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When our children were little, my husband decided to use the Thanksgiving holiday to visit his seriously ill father. My next-door neighbor and best friend, Sharon, invited the kids and me to Thanksgiving dinner. As we visited in her kitchen, she opened the oven door to check on the turkey. My 3-year-old son, Jon, looked on curiously. “What is that?” he questioned, looking up at me.

“It’s a turkey,” I replied cheerily.

“Is it dead?” he asked slowly.

“Yes, Jon, it’s dead.”

He thought for a few seconds and then asked, “Are they going to eat it?”

Sharon was not an Adventist, but she was …

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