Common Grace: My Dad, Harry James, and All That Jazz
My dad loved jazz. Growing up, I never thought this strange even though in those righteous days Nazarenes didn’t smoke, drink, attend dances, or go to movies. It seemed there were more things we didn’t than did. Jazz, of course, … Continue reading Common Grace: My Dad, Harry James, and All That Jazz
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