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The thing about that, which stopped me cold in my tracks, was that I knew that I did not always do that. In fact, I knew that I used to always do that, but I had not done that in a really long time. The relative, who has known me since before I was born, could only see me the way I was years ago. He and I only see each other a few times a year, if that, so his best understanding of who I am as a person is defined by who I was the last time we saw one another on a daily basis.
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Something occurred to me a while ago, after a family visit. I'm not sure what holiday it was, nor do I recall exactly which family members were present. I just remember that I said something someone did not like, and the next comment I heard was, "you always do that, Christy."
This is just becoming all too familiar. The first reports, the death toll climbing every half-hour or so, the news of those who survived, grieving for those who did not. I first learned about the earthquake today in Chile from Twitter - from Alyssa Milano on Twitter, in fact, retweeting photo images from the New York Times. I jumped on Facebook and learned that several friends of mine have relatives in Chile; thankfully, all reports are good news so far.
Good morning.
In the past decade, two books have been profoundly important to me when it comes to world evangelism:
In December, I worked on publishing a book of poetry written by L.L. Barkat, whose memoir,
I bought a sweater once that was "one-size-fits-all," but I quickly discovered that "one-size-fits-all" is a bold-faced lie. When it comes to clothing, one size most definitely does not fit all. I am a size four, and the sweater practically swallowed me whole. It was supposed to be one of those items that stretched and retracted to accommodate its wearer, but instead it was bunchy and bulky and unflattering. It quickly moved to the back of my closet, only to be donated to Goodwill for some other gullible shopper to get suckered into buying.
