"Honey, what wouldyou say if I told you that God had been speaking to me about starting a children'shome?"
One night in a Lubbock, Texas, meeting, a little freckled-face boy approached the revivalist. Locking his arms around Jack Coe’s legs, the boy said with a lisp, “Pleathe, mithter, letme go home with you.” Then a woman dragged him away, as Coe stood watching, But the impression stayed with Coe the entire night. The next day, he looked for the boy, butcouldn’t find him.Coe had always felt he would…
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