the thing about Christians
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Whats a REAL Christian? Well, Hi, I'm Faith Hope. My Mom was a Christian before God took her away to heaven.. My Mom named me that saying that I would make a difference and spread the gospel. I know I am labeled a Christian. But sometimes I think back, am I different from all those other "Christians"?
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