by Rick Rough A chance encounter at the Wilmington, N.C. airport five years ago led me to Holy Communion. That, in itself, is worthy of another blog about God’s hand in our lives, but suffice it to say that I met Mandy Rough (then Yandell) at the airport while I was on a golf trip and she at a family reunion. We began long-distance dating, with me in Ashburn, Va. and she in Memphis. In one of our phone conversations, she mentioned the importance of religion in her life, and...
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