Renewing Your Mind
The Otherness of God
R.C. Sproul
And I would lie in bed and I would listen to the chimes and count them every time to make sure that the clock was correct. But this night, it happened to be exactly midnight. as I approached the front entrance to the chapel and I counted the striking of the chimes to the number 12. And then I opened the front door of the chapel and it was a huge oak arched doorway into a gothic
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