Telling Your Story
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Ray Buckley | Read Mark 12:28-34
On the bookshelves in my room are volumes that I try to read at least once a year. The paperbacks are worn and falling apart. The bound copies are often the books whose titles are worn away, the gilt simply a memory. They are radically diverse: the works of artists...
O God, we fluff our feathers, parading our own inflated size. Then the rain comes, and we are left puny, dripping until we are dried by our neighbors flapping their own wet wings. Amen.
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