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I’ve had several concepts of letters to write to you lately, but they’ve all felt half-baked. Unfortunately, nothing more appetizing has presented itself, so I welcome you today to a buffet of unripe, undercooked morsels of ideas. Your father has been teaching a class on counseling at church for several weeks now. A recent Sunday,…
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Spring has become my favorite season. As a kid, it was always winter, which does still remain a close second. A snow-covered landscape feels clean, calm, and soothing to me. No mosquitoes or ticks come to take my blood, no flies attack my food, and a romp through the woods is not soured by the…
In All Uncertain Terms 