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Everything I grew up thinking about church changed for me when I was twenty-two. A friend I met while volunteering at a local community youth center for at-risk kids invited me to his church. I remember him being so passionate that I had to go and find out how anyone could be so excited about something I had found utterly boring. When I walked in, I discovered something I had never known people who were gathering because they wanted to. Because they couldn’t wait to worship and learn and grow and share the love of Christ. Because they were willing to be scattered afterward and go find people like me someone who needed to know that Jesus loved them, died for them, and rose again from the dead so that they could have forgiveness for their
Woman married own dad after tricking doting boyfriend into 'trust game' and killing him dailystar.co.uk - get the latest breaking news, showbiz & celebrity photos, sport news & rumours, viral videos and top stories from dailystar.co.uk Daily Mail and Mail on Sunday newspapers.
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Woman helped tie up, torture and murder doting boyfriend so she could marry her own paedo dad in sick incest plot
Updated: 4:35 ET, Jun 6 2021
A SICK woman helped tie up, torture and murder her doting boyfriend so she could marry her dad in a twisted incest plot.
Amanda McClure, 31, helped kill her boyfriend John Thomas McGuire, 38, on February 14, 2019 in West Virginia after he was brutally tortured for three days.
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Amanda illegally married her biological father, Larry McClure, 55, at a ceremony in VirginiaCredit: WOAY TV
The father-of-five s body was found in a shallow grave several months later at the house of Amanda s dad, Larry Paul McClure, 55, in Skygusty.
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It was a broken heart that first ignited my passion to find my cause. When I was around nine years old, during afternoon nap time for my younger siblings, my mom flipped on the TV a rare occurrence in our home and a special treat. A commercial was playing about children in an African nation suffering through a famine. Their bloated bellies, twig-thin legs, and wide, pain-filled eyes called out to me through the screen. The narrator explained that if we acted now, if we called the number on the screen and donated just twenty-five dollars a month, we could help save five children from starvation.