Pastor's Note

The Malibu and the Motorcycle

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While a freshman at the University of Missouri, I was always flat broke.  When my friends in the dorm ordered out for pizza, I regularly pretended to be “not hungry.”  They would end up getting me to eat a slice or two “just to be sociable,” then playfully accuse me of gaming them out of paying for my share. It soon became apparent that I could not afford to care for and
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