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Guys. I have secrets. Secrets I wish I could tell the whole wide world. But I am sworn to secrecy. some of these secrets are exciting And my love for talking really makes this whole secret-keeping thing a big fat downer. Okay, but really. It's not a huge deal. But when people tell me exciting things, I want to tell my other friends because I am excited BUT I CAN'T AND IT MAKES ME WANT TO EXPLODE. I hate secrets. HATE THEM! Except for secrets like Oak Baptist Church. preaching it thrones? what a joy divine, leaning on the everlasting arms Two and a half hours west of Omaha sits this tiny church. And I got to go there and sing some hymns with a congregation of twenty people. In my little corner by the piano, I felt so small. Hidden deep into midwestern Nebraska, I was drowning in rurality and old people and corn. 99.99% of the world would never see where I was or ever lay eyes on this tiny church full of 9 ½-finge...