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    Raising Godly Children

    “Look! There’s a Mustang.” My 9-year-old son pointed a few cars ahead of us on I-75 as we headed from Ohio to Michigan. His body was tensed. He bounced in his seat in excitement. I hated to tell him he was wrong. But the car in question was a Charger. A few minutes later, he perked up in his seat and stuck his finger in front of my face, pointing across the divided highway at the Camaro heading south. “Look! That one’s a Mustang!” Wrong again. This time his shoulders slumped a bit. We sat in silence for a few miles longer before he turned back to me and voiced…