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Sinning is like the rain; it just keeps coming

Going back into my archives I pulled up a story that had slipped my memory for many years. Someone had sent me an email about a young child traveling with his mother down the interstate. It was raining at a steady pace and the windshield wipers were working great moving the rain away.

This mom took her child to church regular and talked to him frequently about the Lord. She was amazed at how much the young child remembered about his Sunday School lessons and her talks with him.