Questions would have been asked, or negative thieving opinions formed. Nice of them, and likely it would have been awkward had they returned from that walk with a bag of pecans. So the hosts offered to let David and Priscilla walk around the neighbor’s pecans, along the windrows. Rural Georgia where peanuts, peaches and pecans are all grown, a place where strangers traipsing about your fields might just meet the business end of a shotgun. Guessing this would have put the Wallers in South Carolina or Georgia if it was roughly six hours into their part of Florida. Used to be the tag if I am remembering right. You have to mark your site for the robots not to crawl and take automatic screen shots.
We’re sharing the entire story here today to illustrate the many things so wrong in this theology. Thankfully a little thing known as the Wayback Machine had archived the pages, but not the photographs.
