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“...and on the third day, He rose again!”
Pastor’s Dave’s voice boomed through the rafters of Our Savior’s Church. He surveyed the congregation during his dramatic pause. They looked pleased, impressed even. Lately, his sermons had taken on an even more theatrical tone and he was loving it. His parishioners must have loved it too, because weekly offerings had been up nearly twenty-five percent since he had taken over as senior pastor of the small church located in the suburbs outside of Des Moines, Iowa.
Without realizing it, as he delivered his line - “and on the third day, He rose again!” - Pastor Dave had glanced towards Billy and raised any eyebrow ever so slightly. The only other church member to catch the subtle cue was Pastor Dave’s wife Carly, who was seated next to Billy at t
