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The Christmas Story
Today is Christmas. Today we honor a child born ages ago, a child of most meager means. This child shall be a new kind of king–an unheard-of and completely misunderstood king. Don't miss the irony in this: This king cannot survive… Continue reading
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The Beginning
He saw her for the final time just after sunrise,when autumn's cool morningbetrayed the heat that would manifest by midday. She'd seemed uncharacteristically distracted–diverted from her typical high focus–as she lifted her broad-rimmed straw hatfrom the peg beside the kitchen… Continue reading
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The Legacy
"My dear, young man,"she began,gazing earnestly over her half-glasses,her heart aching for him,"the birthright is yours,yours to claim,yours to own.Even now the circle crumbles;once dissolved,all support ends." He sat in confusion:birthright? circle? support?Turning and turning his ball cap in his… Continue reading