Nothing like his expectation
the father God of his imagination
long robe, flowing beard
a God for the ages
The Father of us all
a black woman, before him;
Papa wore a dress;
how can this be happening?
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October 26, 2012
page 84, Chapter 5,
“Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner”
&
page 75, Chapter 5,
“Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner”
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