We were holding special services in a small Florida town and staying in our motor home next to the church. One of the teenagers, from the church, knocked on our door and asked us if we had eaten lunch. “No,” we told him. “Good, I was at Wendy’s and was thinking about you and I brought you this,” he said as he handed my husband a bowl of Wendy’s chili. “I couldn’t finish it,” he concluded.
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