In July 1997, all alone in an old farmhouse in the North Carolina countryside, we fell down on our knees and begged Jesus to save us, expecting a lightening bolt to blast through the ceiling and fry us on the spot.
In July 1997, all alone in an old farmhouse in the North Carolina countryside, we fell down on our knees and begged Jesus to save us, expecting a lightening bolt to blast through the ceiling and fry us on the spot.