When I was a freshman down at SDSU, I was visiting my grandparents outside Watertown for Christmas.
One of my uncles and I had spent hours the night before discussing the fact that I had given my life to Christ a couple months before that.
But one night my grandmother was playing some Christmas music on the record player. I think the singer was Jim Nabors.
For you younger folks, a record was this big round piece of black vinyl that had these grooves in it that contained the music.
Anyway, the music was playing, and I had a sense of joy and wonder that I had never experience about anything prior to that.
It finally dawned on me that we
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