I have experienced God’s grace and mercy in my own life so many times. I remember one particular incident in the fall of 1968, just a few months after the assassination of my uncle Martin Luther King Jr.
I was in college, and my world seemed topsy-turvy. One night I was sitting on a bench under a tree with my boyfriend, and we were arguing about something. I can’t remember what the fight was about; things were so out of order in the world, anything could set us off at any…
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