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At Brandon Blackstock’s funeral, the chapel was bathed in soft light, the kind that made every tear shimmer. Guy Penrod stepped forward, his familiar silver hair catching the glow, Bible in one hand, microphone in the other. Standing beside the casket draped in white roses, he began softly with “Amazing Love,” his rich voice filling the room with the promise of grace.

At Brandon Blackstock’s funeral, the chapel was bathed in soft, golden light — the kind…

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