It was a crisp day in November of 1999. I was a twenty-five year old Bible college student and staying at the home of my friends Dan and Ann Marie for Thanksgiving Day break in Joplin, Missouri. They were both away at work that morning and I was restless. So I decided to go for a walk.
I found myself eventually trapsing through a cemetery and just taking in what it was that I saw there. All kinds of headstones littered the ground: Some ornately adorned with fancy lettering--even some pictures o…
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Posted on May 19, 2008 at 7:55pm —