Dad's been a church-going man his whole life. Lead bible studies and mens groups. Served as an usher every month. Now, in his final days, he's scared to death (excuse the pun). Isn't one's religion supposed to bring some level of comfort in this stage of life? Otherwise, what were all all those Sunday's for? All those hours studying the bible. All those meetings and tithes. What's the point?
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