A sixteen-year-old’s question
I remember the time when we were sitting around talking with friends when one of their teenage boys asked me a question, “where do we go when we die?”
I said, “that’s a good question,” and went and got…
I remember the time when we were sitting around talking with friends when one of their teenage boys asked me a question, “where do we go when we die?”
I said, “that’s a good question,” and went and got…