Reading through my devotion on a recent morning, I noticed the writer used a definition of a word while omitting the word’s second meaning. Now, I do not think this was on purpose or that the writer intended any other agenda. He was not incorrect, just incomplete. Because I knew the other meaning, the reading […]
(Wormwood continues tutoring his young tempter) Remember Hardtack, conversion does not mean you have lost your patient altogether. Perhaps he will remain devoted for a time, what with all that enthusiasm and fellowship and such. Not to worry, soon he will begin to backslide and a path will open for you to begin your work
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A good Southerner, a word to the wise type, a tried and true sixth sense, get-thee-behind-me you pitch-and-runner Southerner never suffers what he knows not to be true. If you’re talking to such as one and the interjections you hear are yeah, uh-uh, really, you joshin’ (with upward inflection) and the exclamation, “Is that right?,”
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Death stops the body’s work, the soul’s a journeyman. Natasha Trethewey Mondays belong to golf professionals, journeymen in a game resistant to permanence. While the rest are tightening their focus for Monday morning, bracing against the stress and dread, the club pro is downshifting, breathing, releasing a long sigh of relief. Monday is his
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