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Dear Friend, For someone who is normally so generous, I've noticed you have a strange habit of being incredibly selfish. On the one hand, you seem to want give your time, your energy, your everything for people in need. But then there's you. You want to hang on to your pain, your problems, your worries, your fears. You wear them like a treasured wet woolen coat. Prometheus 2.0. Their burdens and your pain. I know, I know. Pot, there's a phone call for you on line 1. It

Dear Friend, The hurt is still leaking out of your pours. And the anger. And the pride. And I'll let a lot go because of that. I truly hurt for you, cause I can only imagine. But when you rain down the fires of judgment on others without thinking, don't expect me to remain silent. "Christians and Catholics?" Seriously? Where do you think you came from. That's as ridiculous as the gap toothed in bread flag waving hillbilly who rails against "keeping them their immigrants out

Dear Friend, God does provide. Just enough. Just enough peace. Just enough grace. Just enough perspective for today. Thank you for yours. 'Cancer is 40 percent physical and 60 percent mental and the 40 percent is hell." Okay. That's a perspective I need, especially when I'm tired. Because I know it's true. And because I can trust you. Because you know. When I can't see everything, God, help me to see just enough. Daily Bread. Thank you for those friends who speak tough t

Dear Friend, Today, anxiously, we discover whether we will have six more weeks of winter, or winter will end on March 21st, approximately six weeks hence. All due to the traditions of Dwight Schrute's fore-bearers, the fine Pennsylvania Dutch. Evidently, the original tradition was based on a bear seeing it's shadow. That seems more sporting. Sending out the intern from Channel 12 to rouse a Kodiak out of its den mid winter nap would definitely generate material for sweep

Dear Friend, I've been thinking a lot about prayer lately. Maybe you have, too. Disease. Death. Decay. Mountains that all need to tumble down. Mountains we all pray to get up and move into the sea. And if they don't and when they don't we wonder who has failed. Is it God? Is it us? When will the mountains move? And are any of these questions faithful? Good thing the Psalmists asked them all. After all, Jesus says that if we have enough faith, we can say to the mountain,

Dear Friend Thanks for perfect timing. And an alternate reality. And short bursts of conversation. I trust You will do what You do,...

Dear Friend, I cannot see the wind. I see the effects of the wind. I know that the wind exists. I can feel it around me. So yes. I...