A Mother's Love for the Unabomber
The first church in which I served was in Helena, Montana. I would often spend some of my week studying in the public library right at the edge of town. I always saw the same group of four or five scruffy-looking guys wearing dirty coats and long beards. They looked like mountain men—probably because they were. They came down out of the hills to study who knows ...
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