In November of 1887, a boy by the name of William Whiting Borden was born. He’s undoubtedly unknown to you, and that’s probably how he would’ve wanted it. Nevertheless, in his day, Borden was a noteworthy descendant of a significant family. He was born in Chicago, into prominence and affluence, his parents being William and Mary Borden, the owners of a lucrative silver mine in Colorado. But William Borden’s measure of worth would never rest in his wealth. Rather, something far greater would capture and, ultimately, claim his life.
Jesus is always worth it.
Jesus is always worth it.
Jesus is always worth it.
In November of 1887, a boy by the name of William Whiting Borden was born. He’s undoubtedly unknown to you, and that’s probably how he would’ve wanted it. Nevertheless, in his day, Borden was a noteworthy descendant of a significant family. He was born in Chicago, into prominence and affluence, his parents being William and Mary Borden, the owners of a lucrative silver mine in Colorado. But William Borden’s measure of worth would never rest in his wealth. Rather, something far greater would capture and, ultimately, claim his life.
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