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Angry words stung like the hornets whose nest was stirredby a broom held all wrong,as a boy swept the porch, his job that day,and I shouted to make my point heard.
The little boy turned from the pain of both stingsto thoughts above from God,where no evil is real—no stinging, no anger—and I came to apologize and hug.
Horowitz, exams, and miracles
Alexander Wellford, Jr.
Poor God? No way!
Joan T. Lucht
How close is God?
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A. Belle Anderson
Fatherhood: "being there," staying connected, learning grace
with contributions from Channing Walker, Monty Hoyt, Glenn Felch
God's promises are kept
Marguerite Elizabeth Streib
Seeing and hearing
Barbara M. Vining
Michael A. Seek
A couple of years ago my husband and I stopped in a small...
Doris F. Cicero
One evening I was suffering with an earache
Teri DeWitt Carnesciali
One afternoon two local businesswomen visited me
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