
"Seeing Is Believing" Department
Found some old photos buried in a rusty tin box this afternoon down in the basement.
Figured I'd post 'em here, and see if anybody can tell me what they mean ...


How can it be that you, my king, would die for me? -Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. - But by the grace of God I am what I am, and his grace to me was not without effect. - Whatever was to my profit I now consider loss for the sake of Christ.
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