As I was walking through the wet grass to check my mail this cool, dreary evening, it hit me. The thing that Paul and the others have been preaching about for so many Sundays at
Redeemer. The thing we've--well, they've, because I never sing, I'm playing my viola--been singing about every week. The thing that I've known all my life, but that I run
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Hope you slept well...
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