I want to pay tribute to wonderful people I have known, the wonderful country in which I live, the communities in which I have lived, the churches who have claimed me as their own, the God who sends shivers down my back when I really give him a portion of my time—well, maybe not shivers but tears flow easily in some of those most priceless times.
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So this is the outcome! You began the wanderjahr of chasing your dream on a pennyworth of funds, with a pint of whiskey and a sleeping bag, and fists quick to punch. What now, Wastrel? Metals pawned? Marooned on cement? … Continue reading