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Beth Moore settled into the chair in the airport. She had just opened her Bible when she saw him—a frail, elderly, skin-and-bones man in a wheelchair, sitting alone. His stringy gray hair reached halfway down his back.
By Raeanne Newquist4.8
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Beth Moore settled into the chair in the airport. She had just opened her Bible when she saw him—a frail, elderly, skin-and-bones man in a wheelchair, sitting alone. His stringy gray hair reached halfway down his back.