Cedarville University article

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The public relations department at Cedarville University recently published an on-line article about yours truly. I graduated from Cedarville back when it was a college in 1978. It's a great school with strong academics, a beautiful campus, and a sound Biblical foundation.

Check it out at http://www.cedarville.edu/Offices/Public-Relations/CampusNews/2011/Extreme-Devotion.aspx

Comments

Rick Gray said…
Wonderful article Rebekah. You deserve the recognition and I know it is more special since it comes from your alma mater!
January 21, 2011 at 4:57 PM
Rebekah Trittipoe said…
Thanks...your email earlier today made me remember to post it here. :)
January 21, 2011 at 5:22 PM
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