As we conversed, with the aroma of hot dogs and burgers wafting across the church fellowship hall, a teenager came by for a hug. I could see from the teen’s smile they’d conversed many times. A child scurried by, but when she saw Pam, she turned a circle to tackle her feet. Yes, Pam cared—and her Christian fellowship was felt by all. …
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