When You’re Caught Dead To Rights — Preachers Pollard’s Blog

Monday’s Column: Neal At The Cross Neal Pollard In 1976, I was in first grade attending school in Barrackville, West Virginia, where my dad preached. One of my buddies was a black-haired kid named Carl. He got me in more trouble, wetting paper towels and throwing them on the bathroom ceiling in our school, exploring […]

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