Simmi remembers a day when a young boy came up to the house with tears in his eyes and handed her a Bible. “You don’t believe in the same God we do and I don’t want you to go to hell,” he said. She took it and hid it under her pillow. That night, when Mom was tucking her in, she found it and told Simmi, “I want you to read this cover to cover, because there’s truth in here.” My parents would receive invitations to visit various congregations, and they would take us along. We were exposed early to lots of different faiths. Mom and Dad would always say, “People have different ways of getting to
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