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Preparing Your Heart for Easter--Starting on Ash Wednesday: FEBURARY 10



Ash Wednesday is February 10!-I wrote a Lenten Bible Study that is available on Kindle and can also be printed from Amazon by next week.  I encourage you to prepare your heart for Easter by taking time to walk with Jesus during Holy Week.  You can preview the first two chapters on Kindle for free from the Link below.  I started a discussion in Kindle where we can share our impressions and insights from the personal study.  I will also be teaching through the study on Thursday mornings from 7-8 a.m. (no childcare) and also from 9:30-10:30 a.m. (with childcare available by reservation) at Park Cities Baptist Church.  See link below to church address and more information.  May you have a Holy Lent.

Amazing Grace--the story of Easter Week is a six-week Bible study to prepare your heart for Easter. You can use it every day during week of Holy Week or study one chapter each week of Lent. It is written to help deepen your understanding of God's love for you demonstrated at Easter.
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order a printed copy from Amazon.com.
To learn more about the onsite Bible Study at Park Cities Baptist Church:  check out: www.pcbc.org   or email me at drnewman@pcbc.org

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