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Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Matthew 11:28

You'll find here occasional writings, a few rants, and hopefully some insights too, about Christian discipleship, the Episcopal Church, and on faith community's life at the Parish of the Epiphany in Winchester, Massachusetts. At the Epiphany we understand ourselves to be "a welcoming Episcopal community, united in God, called to seek and serve Christ in all persons, and to transform the world with love and generosity."

  • December 13, 2018 1:50 PM | Anonymous member (Administrator)

    This Friday, 21 December, will be the longest night of the year. Some celebrate the Winter Solstice, the day with the fewest hours of daylight in the whole year, and where the sun reaches its southernmost point in the sky. This year, we will be one day short of a full moon, which will light up the sky on the longest night of the year.

    For those of us living in the Northern Hemisphere, this great happening in nature coincides with our anticipation of the Feast of the Incarnation – Emmanuel, God with us and taking on human flesh and dwelling among us. Christ is our Light. As John writes in his gospel, “In him was life, and the life was the light of all people. The light shines in the darkness and the darkness did not overcome it.”

    In just one short week we will celebrate the Incarnation, beginning on Christmas Eve. Will our hearts and minds be ready? Every year we seem to fall into a flurry of activity and much of it is good, very good. Some things can distract us from this Holy Season and in the rush to get everything done on our to-do list, we may grow short on patience, compassion, and understanding.

    My prayer for all of us is that we will carve out some time in the coming week to be fully present to what really matters: our family and loved ones, those who make our lives easier and more pleasant, those who need a smile or a word of encouragement, or those who have no one to care for them.

    And then there is God. God is just waiting, longing for us to take a moment to be still and hang out with the One who created us – the One in whom we live and move and have our being. Just a moment or two, that’s all.

    I offer to you this prayer I came across recently that really spoke to me. I hope it will speak to you as well.

    A prayer at the shortest day

    From the rising of the midwinter sun to its setting
    Scatter the darkness with the light of Your love, O Shining One.
    Make me short on mean thoughts, long on offering words of comfort.
    Make me short on being driven, long on paying attention.
    Make me short on focusing only on my own, long on looking beyond.
    Make me short on obsessive lists, long on spontaneous acts of kindness.
    Make me short on mindless activity, long on time to reflect.
    Make me short on tradition as habit, long on re-discovery and re-owning.
    Make me short on rushing and tiring, long on walking and wondering.
    Make me short on false festive jollity, long on stilling and rooted joy.
    Make me short on guilt, long on being merciful to myself.
    Make me short on being overwhelmed, long on peaceableness as I set forth this day.

    ~ Tess Ward, from Celtic Daily Prayer, Book Two.

    Faithfully yours in Christ,

  • December 07, 2018 3:18 PM | Anonymous member (Administrator)

    It has impressed me since I have become a member that Parish of the Epiphany offers so much to reach out to so many with varied needs. That is, to serve and be served, to worship, to be comforted, to be challenged. What we know is that there occurs at times in our lives an unexpectedly difficult time, grief, loss or other crisis. I know from my work as a physician that the most healing thing at that time is not a "fix" to the problem. It is rather a kind presence, a listening and accompanying; that is what's really needed. This is the kind of care that a Stephen minister can provide.

    Stephen ministers offer a practical way to respond to Christ's commandment, "Love one another as I have loved you." (John 15:12). People who are hurting have a compassionate companion - a caring Christian friend who provides spiritual and emotional support. The Stephen ministers grow themselves as they serve others. The relationship between a care receiver and a Stephen minister is confidential. Men are matched with men and women are matched with women. When a care receiver's needs exceed what a Stephen Minister can provide, the Stephen ministry team makes a referral to an appropriate mental health professional or another community resource.

    As a Stephen Leader, I look forward to the process of training the new Stephen Ministers. The training is extensive and practical. I see ways in which it can be helpful in other areas of our lives. I see it as an opportunity to grow spiritually as well. Those who cannot serve as ministers should know about what we do and look for opportunities to help to get care for others in our Parish and in our community. The training will begin after the New Year. May there be many blessings as we work to bring Christ's love to hurting people.

    Gloria Korta

  • November 30, 2018 1:43 PM | Anonymous member (Administrator)

    One story in four parts and persons: Hartley, Ranier Maria, Michael, and Joanna

    Part One: Hartley asks, “Where’s the page in the Prayer Book to find the date of Easter Day?”

    When he died in the summer of 2015, Hartley Rogers had been a member of the Parish of the Epiphany for more than four decades. He and Adrianne lived just two doors from the rectory (Adrianne still does), so he was a neighbor, and in that capacity we became friends. Hartley was retired from a distinguished career at MIT where he had taught mathematics. He had studied in prestigious schools, both in the United States and England, but you’d never know that from him; Hartley didn’t lead with “I went to Yale” or “I got my doctorate at Princeton.” The closest thing one might figure out about his education was seeing him in winter with a ubiquitous repp stripe scarf from Cambridge University. A former rector, John J. Bishop, once said to me, about Hartley, “He’s a real Episcopalian from New York.” READ MORE.
    (I’m not sure what that meant, exactly, but Hartley was born in Buffalo, loved the tradition of his church, supported the Rector, and gave generously (I guess that made him a real Episcopalian from New York). Hartley would occasionally come to the back door of the rectory with a brief story; sometimes we’d go for a short walk down Mystic Valley Parkway, usually, he stood on the steps, demurring an invitation to come inside, always he had a question about something I’m pretty sure already he knew the answer.

    Part Two: Fr. Koester says, “think about reading some of Ranier Maria Rilke”

    One of the monks at the Society of Saint John the Evangelist has accompanied me at various times in the last 20+ years. I made my first confession (the sacramental rite of reconciliation of a penitent, as the Prayer Book calls it) with Fr. James Koester, effecting a cementing bond. James is Canadian, through and through, and a treasure. It was more than 15 years ago when he said, “think about reading some of Ranier Maria Rilke.” My first-ever experience of the great Austrian poet-philosopher (1875-1926), was from a paperback which I promptly bought following James’s directive, The Selected Poetry of Ranier Maria Rilke (edited and translated by Stephen Mitchell, 1989).

    Part Three: Christmas is not your birthday: make Advent count

    A midwestern United Methodist pastor wrote a little book a few years ago, Christmas is Not Your Birthday: Experience the Joy of Living and Giving like Jesus - Michael Slaughter laments our consumeristic ways of this season and makes a great case for reminding us that Christmas is not about getting gifts. Here’s my pitch to all of us: make Advent count. The Church of England is moving toward making it six weeks, instead of only four; that has appeal, I admit. The music and the colors get me, and so does any Advent wreath, they all have this effect of stopping me in my tracks. As I grow older Advent feels less like waiting for the glory of Christmas Day, and more like living the glory of waiting, just waiting. Advent isn’t Lent, but I do try to change my routine during Advent, to carve out a little more time to pray, or to read, or to do something that makes the season count.

    Part Four: A gift from Hartley, and Hartley’s sister

    One Sunday morning, as I was getting ready for church, I was doing what I do every Sunday morning: bustling about half-listening to Krista Tippet’s show on NPR, On Being. It was a re-run, and the woman Krista was interviewing was talking about Rilke, a Joanna Somebody. My ears pricked! I remember Hartley once mentioning his sister, Joanna, was a Buddhist. Suddenly it dawned on me that the woman being interviewed was the great Rilke scholar and translator, Joanna Macy, Hartley’s sister! Of course, I made the connection with Hartley later that morning. True to form, a few days later, Harley arrived on the doorstep of the rectory with A Year with Rilke: Daily Readings from the Best of Ranier Marie Rilke (translated and edited by Joanna Macy and Anita Barrows, 1996).

    It’s been a few years since I’ve spent much time with Rilke, but on this second day of Advent, I assure you that he’ll be a fantastic companion for me in these next four weeks. Maybe he will be for you, too. In any case, I look forward to hearing and seeing how Advent goes for you in 2018.

    We have a lot in store for you at the Parish of the Epiphany, check the website, and resources] and there are wonderful resources beyond Winchester, click here. 

    Whatever we do, or don’t do, I hope we’ll make it count.

    Faithfully in Christ,

  • November 19, 2018 2:38 PM | Anonymous member (Administrator)

    A note from the publisher

    What follows is a reflection from parishioner Gayle Pershouse, who is the first of several leaders who will occasionally write to us about ministry and faith. I am grateful to Gayle for her time and thoughtfulness, and grateful to you for valuing one another’s ministries and gifts. Suffice to say the writers of this column needn’t be limited to the clergy and program staff! If you are interested in writing what we refer to as “the pastoral article” please contact me at tbrown@3crowns.org; I would be glad to describe the process and help you inspire our parish’s faith.

    Faithfully in Christ,

    Healing My Black Swallowtail

    Yesterday, a beautiful butterfly tumbled into my basket as I stood in the garden picking cherry tomatoes. As it fell to the bottom, a few tomatoes rolled over it, pinning its wings to the bottom of the basket. “Oh dear,” I thought, “he’s too weak to get up.” He flapped his wings a little trying to get out from under the round, rolling fruit. I took out all the tomatoes in order to help the butterfly. He couldn’t climb up the side of the basket to get out, much less fly, but he didn’t look at all injured. His wings were perfect and none of his legs or antennae seemed to be going off at odd angles. Was he sick? Was he dying?

    Frank loves butterflies. He’s taught me how to recognize a few different kinds. I knew this one was very special, not one we’ve ever seen in our garden. Black swallowtails are rather rare around here. I carefully helped him climb up onto a leaf. From there he clung to a slender stalk, as still as a statue. He didn’t even wave his wings the way butterflies usually do. I decided to try to give him some healing. So I cupped my hands loosely around him and began to send him healing energy. Normally black swallowtails are pretty wary. They won’t let you get within a foot or more of them. This one clung quietly to his stalk while I cupped my hands within 3 inches all around him - even though my hands were putting him in the shadow. Butterflies don’t like shade.

    I kept my hands around the little creature as long as I could. It started to rain. “ What am I doing healing an insect? Am I crazy? Can he feel anything? Is this healing energy strong enough to actually help him fly again?” I doubted it could do any good. He sat very still on his stalk. I could see tiny eyes looking at me. I took a picture and went in out of the rain figuring I’d never know.

    Today I was making lunch when Frank came in from the garden with the tomato basket in hand. He set it down and went over to the kitchen window. “Look! There’s a butterfly trying to get out!” I came over to the window to see, and there was our rare black swallowtail flying up and down in front of the closed kitchen window trying to escape! We put him into the small basket and carried him out to the garden to release him. But how did he get into the kitchen? It’s a mystery because all the doors and windows were closed.

    Did he come back to say “Thank you! I’m going to live. I can fly now.”? Was the Holy Spirit trying to say to me “healing is very real? Don’t worry about your upcoming MRI. Your cancer is already healed.”? Yes, I know it was.

    Gayle Pershouse

  • November 16, 2018 11:14 AM | Anonymous member (Administrator)

    He sat down opposite the treasury and NOTICED the crowd putting money into the treasury. Many rich people put in large sums. A poor widow came and put in two small copper coins, which are worth a penny. Then he called his disciples and said to them, “Truly I tell you, this poor widow has put in more than all those who are contributing to the treasury. For all of them have contributed out of their abundance; but she out of her poverty has put in everything she had, all she had to live on.”

    The Gospel of Mark 12:41-44 

    On 13 September 2018, excessive pressure in natural gas lines owned by Columbia Gas caused a series of explosions and fires in as many as 40 homes, with over 80 individual fires, in the towns of Lawrence, Andover, and North Andover. There was much news coverage in the days that followed about the tragedies and loss. Then we heard about mammoth plans set in motion to replace the 45 miles of pipeline that had been damaged. My first reaction was to try to help in some way, I donated to different funds, checked in on friends, cooked for those whom I thought could use it, and then was done. I moved onto other things. Now, two months afterward, any information about this continuing story can be found on the back page of the newspaper, if that. It is no longer front page news. I easily slipped back into my “busy” life and among all of the news I hear, I placed the pipeline news with all of the other news. At the beginning of his sermon on 11 November 2018,Thomas said of himself with regards to the recent spate of horrific news, “I am desensitized.” I am desensitized too. But it is getting cold and many are still without heat.

    My youngest daughter Gracie attends Central Catholic High School in Lawrence, MA. I drive her to and from school. During the week, I leave my beautiful office in Winchester in the afternoon and drive up to Lawrence to pick her up. I drive through downtown Lawrence and then cut through the city again by another route to get home to Andover. Lawrence is a very different place than Andover, as is any city. There are many apartments and multi-family houses and in the warm weather, Gracie and I see families sitting outside on the city sidewalks socializing with neighbors. I know that many are beginning to seek other housing. I know this because on our drive home, Gracie and I drive by a park in the city and, as the days have gone by, the park has been slowly populated by camping trailers to house those with no heat.

    Hundreds of camping trailers have been brought in and there is now row upon row of them in several places in the city. As the weeks have gone by, the number of families living in them has increased. There is fencing around the park for security. It is not only cold, but it has also been raining a lot and the park is muddy. In the morning as I drive by this park, I see moms and dads coming out of their trailers with their children and they trudge through the mud to the sidewalk to wait for the school bus. Such a normal family scene but this is in a makeshift campground in a park in a city, a few miles from my house. I NOTICE.

    Many people and agencies have stepped in to help these families. Perhaps these angels have done so out of thankfulness for what they have. For me, I am thankful for what I have, but this is not what drives me to respond to all of this, but I pray that perhaps someday it will. I think for me right now when I notice, my response is one of empathy. When I see a mother climb out of a trailer in the morning with her little girl, hurrying her along because she is late for the bus, strapping a pink backpack onto her daughter, I can relate to this. I imagine what it was like to spend the night crammed in with other families in other trailers and know that there but for the grace of God go I. Thanksgiving is this week and these families will not be spending it in their homes.

    The flashy news is gone and I have witnessed how these people are living into their reality. I am grateful that my daughter and I see how the rest of the story is unfolding away from the news cameras. The hard work of living on is not glamorous. I pray that through this experience, I will notice others who are in need, who are suffering, who are mourning, and I pray that I will not be too busy.

    I pray that I will NOTICE THEM – everywhere.


  • November 08, 2018 1:03 PM | Anonymous member (Administrator)

    For the last two weeks, I have had the chance to talk with many of you about the role that music, and particularly singing, plays in our worship. In the adult formation class, we talked about the history of hymn singing and about reformers, lyricists and composers who contributed to the hymns we sing in worship. In the Episcopal 101 class, we learned that the English Choral School tradition made music a very important part of Anglican worship, and that some elements, like singing Psalms to Anglican chant and service of Choral Evensong, are uniquely ours.

    One question that I was asked by several people after both presentations was, “How does the music for our services get selected?” The quick answer is that choosing music for worship is part of my job as Music Director. Thomas and Miriam certainly have the final say in what happens in our worship, and they occasionally might suggest a hymn that they think would work well with something they are preaching about, but nearly all of the music you hear has been planned by me.

    I actually love this part of my job and take this task very seriously. As I plan music for a Sunday, I start by looking at the lectionary passages for the day. I read through the passages and begin to write down themes that I see. Sometimes a hymn or anthem immediately comes to mind because the words might have been taken directly from the passages appointed for the day. Other times, it takes a little while to look through hymn texts and find the words that I think will work well for a particular day.

    There are many hymns to choose from as we draw from the Hymnal 1982, and two supplemental sources, Wonder, Love and Praise and Lift Every Voice and Sing. Thankfully, our denomination has asked some very knowledgeable people to come up with some recommendations for hymns on any giving Sunday. I look at these hymns as a place to start. Sometimes I find hymns on those lists that I think are perfect. Other times I am less satisfied and go searching for other ideas. In the end, I narrow the choices down to a handful of hymns.

    At this point, I begin to ask myself several questions. “Are any of these hymns new to the congregation?” I try not to have more than one new hymn in a service?" “Is there a hymn that is joyful and would be an inspiring way to start the service” “Do any of the hymns have a more contemplative nature that might work best in the middle of the service?” “Do we have a variety of old hymns that we love and new hymns that will challenge us?” By the end of the process, my goal is that scripture, spoken word, and music will all work together to inspire us to take what we have learned out into the world.

    The hymns we sing can be powerful ways for us to internalize what we believe. Setting words to music helps us to remember them. Hymns can also bring back memories of events, people, and emotions from times past. Hymn texts are often poetry, and as such, they have many layers of symbolism and meaning. All of this is really why we sing so much of our service. I think the first verse to one of my favorite hymns from our Wonder, Love and Praise hymnal sums up why our singing is so important.

    As newborn stars were stirred to song when all things came to be,
    as Miriam and Moses sang when Israel was set free,
    so music bursts unbidden forth when God-filled hearts rejoice,
    to waken awe and gratitude and give mute faith a voice.

  • November 02, 2018 12:35 PM | Anonymous member (Administrator)

    Good Morning!

    I’m David McSweeney. I’m a member of our vestry, and I am serving on the Stewardship Committee this year. Today, we are kicking off our 2019 Commitment Campaign. This is the time of year when we all have the opportunity to reflect on our participation at Epiphany.

    Our theme this year is Bread for the Journey: Setting a Bountiful Feast. This theme celebrates our gratitude for God, our Church, and each other. I think that’s a really important message – celebrating our gratitude for God, our Church, and each other. It makes me realize how lucky and blessed we are. Am I right? (This is when you all say “YES”)

    As we were preparing for this year’s stewardship campaign, I was reminded of a wonderful sermon that was given here four years ago by Bishop Gene Robinson. Here are the important things that I learned from that sermon:

    1. Stewardship is about gratitude

    2. We have so much to be grateful for, especially in a global context, so what are we going to do about it

    3. We ourselves end up being the greatest beneficiaries of our giving

    4. If we don’t have a lump in our throats when we write our checks, then we’re not giving enough

    He said all of these things! Honestly, I was squirming in my seat, but it helped frame our discussion at home about our giving and our desire to get closer to tithing, which I’ll admit is still an aspirational goal. I know, I said it. Tithing – it’s the third rail in the Episcopal Church – Bishop Robinson said that too! He also shared his story about how he increased pledging by 1% of his income each year over a 10-year period, so that he could reach that goal. He likened it to training for a marathon; he actually called stewardship a kind of spiritual fitness. There’s no way I could go that far, but little by little you can get, if not there, at least close. Brett and I will be increasing our pledge by 1% of our total income this year, as we have been doing since that sermon in 2014.

    Did you know that 87% of our church’s annual budget is financed by our pledges? Because we are committed to maintaining a balanced budget, it’s so important that we have all of our pledges in by December 2nd. On that day, we’ll have a church-wide celebration after the 10:00am service; please plan to be here.

    And, as you consider how grateful you are and what you are going to do about it, if you are able to increase your pledge or even pledge for the first time, each of us will be the greatest beneficiaries of our giving.

    Thank you,
    Dave McSweeney

  • October 26, 2018 12:48 PM | Anonymous member (Administrator)

    Faith is knowing that no matter what the day hands you, God is with you. This Church is with you.

    When we christened our two girls in this Church, we thought we would teach them this traditionally through weekly sermons and Sunday School lessons. Never would we have thought that it would instead be learned experientially during some of our toughest days. Never did we think our Faith as a family would be solidified during a year that we were not permitted (through doctor’s orders) to step foot through Epiphany’s doors.

    It all began with Thomas’ blessing for our family in our home a few days prior to Jason’s stem cell transplant. It was a few days before Jason would be in the hospital isolated and away from the girls for 30 days over the Christmas holiday and yet we never felt stronger in our Faith. We knew God had us in His hands. We knew that Thomas and this Church wrapped us in an embrace so tight that it literally held us together. The day after Jason’s transplant (Christmas Day), we received a handwritten, thoughtful note from Thomas very simply proclaiming, “New Life awaits.” That note remains on our family bulletin board as a symbol of the Faith that surrounded us when we needed it the most. Faith that was not questioned when we were feeling weak and scared, but Faith that was strengthened and abundant from this community.

    That note went on to also represent the many ways that during that year-long isolation we were anything BUT alone. Whether it was Brett Johnson and the Tuesday Prayer Group passionately praying for us (a family many did not even know), or the prayer squares we received to rub during stressful moments, or the blankets that were quilted for us by a skilled and thoughtful parishioner, or Sarah’s smile when she never judged us for our always late holiday flower donations, or Miriam and Carolyn’s gentle ways of checking in without needing to say a word. Again, at a time when it was impossible for us to connect with this community within its beautiful brick walls, we never felt so connected and loved. We know that connection can be found to some degree in other communities, but we BELIEVE it is truly unique HERE and what makes Epiphany so very special.

    The story of our journey here at Epiphany is unique to us and our personal journey that God has put us on thus far. That, to us, is the miracle of Faith. It is not something that is the same for everyone, yet when you open your heart and your eyes to it, it is there for everyone to take in. And to us, there is no better place to absorb and spread that Faith than here at Epiphany. We hope that you will join us on our journey.

    Jason, Robin, Maggie, and Alexandra Shevland

  • October 12, 2018 11:01 AM | Anonymous member (Administrator)

    Dear Epiphany Family,

    The “#Metoo” movement of the past year has been the impetus for the church to offer a word of grace and encouragement for those who have been harmed. There is no question that we are facing a major cultural shift, and that we have more to learn.

    In the last several weeks, a Supreme Court Justice, a beloved actor and comedian, and scores of Roman Catholic priests are among the accused or convicted. And among us, in our own Parish community, there are scores of people with our own stories, some of us women, some of us men, but all of us figuring out ways to live, or to speak, or to respond.

    If you or someone you love has been affected by sexual assault, I pray that you will be gentle to yourself, and do whatever possible to take care of yourself. If you have not before reached out for help, please know that both the Associate Rector and I stand at the ready to listen and to support. In addition to whatever spiritual care Miriam and I might provide, there are resources beyond the Parish of the Epiphany, including the National Sexual Assault Hotline, 1-800-656-4673.

    In the Eucharistic liturgy for Rite I (the traditional, Elizabethan language of former prayer books), after the Confession of Sin the priest says the so-called “comfortable words” among them is a phrase from St. Matthew’s Gospel where Jesus says, “come unto me all ye that travail and are heavy laden, and I will refresh you.” One of the ways I understand these words is to make sure I don’t carry burdens that are too big for me, and to make sure I’m doing my part to help others whose burdens are heavy.

    We have an opportunity to walk this way, the way of love. I bid you peace, and I call our church, especially its leaders, to courageous action and humility.

    Faithfully in Christ,

  • October 05, 2018 3:25 PM | Anonymous member (Administrator)

    Beloved Community,

    On September 23rd, Adult Formation launched its theme for the year, “Bread for the Journey.” In our opening session, Rich Goldhor ably led us through a discussion about the spiritual practices that feed us, that help us through our day, through the challenges and joys of our lives. Perhaps for some, this was a new discussion. For others, it helped us take the time to write down and discuss with those at our table the things that feed and nurture our spiritual lives.

    Hadley Hall was full of energy that morning. I could feel it, hear it, and sense it by the way that people leaned in to listen to one another. Near the end of our time, Rich invited us to write on post-it notes one or two things that feed us on our journey of life. We stuck them on the doors leading out to the cloister garden. Here are some of the responses. Those with a number in parenthesis indicates more than one person responded in like manner:

    The Holy Eucharist (3)
    The Prayer of St. Francis (2)
    The Lord’s Prayer (4)
    A daily practice of meditation and prayer
    Compline (from the Book of Common Prayer)
    Collect: “Keep watch, dear Lord, with those who work or watch, or weep this night. And give your angels charge over those who sleep. Tend the sick, Lord Christ; give rest to the weary, bless the dying, soothe the suffering, pity the afflicted, shield the joyous, and all for your loves’ sake. Amen.”
    Time alone
    An attitude of receptivity

    Many people listed their favorite hymn. Hymns can inspire us, comfort us, and connect us to the divine. Others shared favorite Psalms. Still, others talked about difficult life experiences that often give us a deeper understanding of ourselves and of life. Some shared that helping others is a way that they are fed spiritually and others spoke about how reading books on spirituality or poetry fed them. One person named a particular piece of art that fed them.

    This list is only a sampling of what people posted. Over eighty responses came from fifty people in attendance. One person shared that she often begins her day with this short piece of scripture, “This is the day that the Lord has made. We will rejoice and be glad in it.” What a wonderful way to start the day! It takes about three seconds to say and yet it can set our minds and hearts to acknowledge our Creator and to be grateful for another day of life and for whatever comes our way.

    This simple exercise of sharing some of the things that feed us spiritually brought us closer together. It showed me that there is no one way to feed our souls. Playing with children, holding a newborn baby, or simply sharing a good laugh with friends can feed our souls in a way that nothing else can.

    As we continue our journey together this year, I hope that you will nurture those spiritual practices that feed you. And if you find something in particular that you think someone else may find helpful in their journey, please share it!

    Faithfully yours in Christ,

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