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I get about 100 emails a day, plus regular mail, notes, cards etc.  I really do try and get to them all, and I am only a couple thousand behind - thank you for your grace and patience.  I received the following letter just a day or two ago and thought I would like to share it with you.  It is a devotional journal entry dated May 27, 2008, written by Pastor Lawrene Rae.  There is a simplicity and yet a depth that I appreciate very much, as well as insight into Papa’s heart.  This is posted with p

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I am back in the warmth of the cabin, watching through the window as early spring rains drench the surrounding landscape, low hanging clouds darkening the day. A late snow is coming, but not quite yet. Even though the fire crackles and snaps as it eats through its main course, I still snuggle deeper into the heaviness of the quilt that Papa left for me. She is soon back with a cup of tea, something that smells of wood and mint and a hint of jasmine. I grin. She knows me best, and whatever it is

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I am back in the warmth of the cabin, watching through the window as early spring rains drench the surrounding landscape, low hanging clouds darkening the day. A late snow is coming, but not quite yet. Even though the fire crackles and snaps as it eats through its main course, I still snuggle deeper into the heaviness of the quilt that Papa left for me. She is soon back with a cup of tea, something that smells of wood and mint and a hint of jasmine. I grin. She knows me best, and whatever it ...

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It has been a long day; a lot of walking and talking.  Not enough eating if you ask me.  These crowds seem to be getting bigger every day especially as the rumors about  Jesus have stirred up things.  He pays no mind, as if a reputation is nothing of any real value; nothing that required any attention to maintain.  So as near I can tell, he has none, but still everyone shows up; as many people as motives.

Me, I tend to stay in the background.  Not very fond of the attention we’re getting, so I ha

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It has been a long day; a lot of walking and talking.  Not enough eating if you ask me.  These crowds seem to be getting bigger every day especially as the rumors about  Jesus have stirred up things.  He pays no mind, as if a reputation is nothing of any real value; nothing that required any attention to maintain.  So as near I can tell, he has none, but still everyone shows up; as many people as motives.

Me, I tend to stay in the background.  Not very fond of the attention we're getting, so I...

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She was gone as silently as she had come, stepping to the side to let the successful people and their entourages loudly enter the treasury area that she had just vacated.  From somewhere the recorder appeared with scroll and writing instrument, probably summoned by the noise.  it was his job to record the gifts that were given and he smiled broadly to see the groups approaching.  These were known people, pillars of the community and they were the ones the temple professionals felt most dependent

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She was gone as silently as she had come, stepping to the side to let the successful people and their entourages loudly enter the treasury area that she had just vacated.  From somewhere the recorder appeared with scroll and writing instrument, probably summoned by the noise.  it was his job to record the gifts that were given and he smiled broadly to see the groups approaching.  These were known people, pillars of the community and they were the ones the temple professionals felt most...

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So…here I am in this situation that is not the most comfortable.  I am listening to a conversation between a speaker and a group of friends and strangers.  The subject being dialogued doesn’t even matter…well it does, but not to what I am writing to you about.  What is important is that I was sitting there, not saying anything, and pretty much disagreeing with what is being said.  Now trust me, this is not a ‘new’ situation for me; I regularly am in conversations or am listening to someone prese

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I walk out onto the dock. Three canoes tied along the waters edge. Sun warm in the early afternoon of Indian summer while a breeze tugs playfully at my clothing. I amble out to the furthest point of the dock and sit down, taking off shoes and socks and then carefully inserting my feet into the water that laps only a foot below. Its cold and send shivers through me, but after a little splashing my toes are numb enough to stand the frigid blue. I don't even turn to look as he sits down next to ...

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