Baptism
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One day I gave my heart to the lord and I am going to tell you how I did. I used to go to a baptist church I didn't feel right at the church we didn't learn anything about the lord sure it was fun but I didn't get anything out of the church I used to go to. One day my friend called me and asked me " do you want to go to church with me" I said "sure why not" after that day I started going to that church I really loved it and I got something out of it I really loved learning about the lord. And everyone in my family goes to a different church baptist I am the only one out of my whole family who goes to church of Christ. I went to my grandmas house and she said " I am making the wrong decision I should go to baptist" I said " I am going down my path" October 3rd
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