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At the ripe old age of 19, I was married and serving as the Senior Pastor of a small church in rural Arkansas.

And I knew it all.

Perhaps not “all” as in, everything that can be known, but all as in everything I thought I might have a deep question about.

I I was right about the nature of God, life, the Bible, and humanity. And I had proof texts to back up what I knew.