The Power of Love - Where Love is there is God

I had a cousin called John who was a bit of a rake. If he was not genially propping up the bar at the rugby club, he was engaged in a similar exercise at the golf club. He drank too much, smoked incessantly and generally ended up gambling late at night. Even though he was quite well off, he soon fell into debt. His mother did not see him for days on end. She had no idea where he slept, or with whom he slept for that matter.    read on ...

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