![]() ![]() My depleted spiritual life needed to be recharged, especially after a recent incident at our home church in Fayetteville, Arkansas. Boy, they really do have something! Certainly something we don’t. Everything they do revolves around their church and family.”Īfter a summer of observing this “all-American” family in action, I began to see their appealing qualities, too. ![]() And what is their religion? Mormon? I’ve never heard of that before.” “Well, I have a funny feeling about them. “Judy, how can you say that? They’re just sincere, hard-working people.” ![]() “Jim, these people just want your business,” I said cynically. “Judy, these are the finest people you’ll ever meet.”Īt first, I made serious accusations. Although this was my first time accompanying him with our kids, I heard my husband rave so much about Joe Jackson and his family, I’d gotten sick of it. He needed to be there during potato harvest to oversee grading, loading, and shipping to ensure top quality spuds. Jim’s account with Campbell Soup took him to the Arizona farmlands each year from May to the first of July. Surely if God designed His church for today’s world, it would be like this one. How can such good people be wrong? I thought. ![]()
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