My moral foundation was only just beginning. Sunday mornings were always a ritual. My mom, dad, brother, and I woke up early, got ready, and attended church at Bethel Baptist. Our church was your typical small town Baptist church; everyone knew everyone as well as everyone’s business. We sang hymns, listened to the preacher relate God’s word to everyday life, prayed, and congregated in the dining hall after service. Nothing unusual at all happened in this church. Soon, my brother began middle…
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