Most of us have had a Peter moment, a moment of spiritual strength followed by a moment of spiritual defeat. I remember returning from Texas after being baptized for the remission of my sins. I was on fire for God. I remember going down to Bridgewater to the County fair for a few days to stay with my cousin at the park which was a typical habit of my each summer. During that time, I boldly proclaimed Christ. I talked of Jesus and the church to a point that my cousin asked me to quit. I was not ashamed of my faith or of Christ. But on my way home, I saw some young people hedge hitching and picked them up. They were typical teenagers, swearing and cursing, but instead of proclaiming Christ, instead of asking them to stop swearing, I joined it to fit in. When I got home that day,
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