I came to faith as a 19-year-old. I was not a good Jewish boy. I was a drug dealer, a hippie, and my hair was all the way down to my back. I was a terrible person you know, but I also was a good middle class Jewish hippie, which meant I knew that, any time I wanted, I could cut my hair, go home, and my parents would put me through college. But I enjoy it, I milked it for as long as I could. I was...
Hebrews 11, The Hall of Heroes – Mitch Glaser
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