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If you want to read, I might suggest a good book, perhaps Hemingway or Melville. That’s why they call it, the dummy copy. This, of course, is not the real copy for this entry. Rest assured, the words will expand the concept. With clarity. Conviction. And a little wit.
As a result of which, your entry will repay your efforts. Take your sales; simply put, they will rise. Likewise your credibility. There’s every chance your competitors will wish they’d placed this entry, not you. While your customers will have probably forgotten that your competitors even exist. Which brings us, by a somewhat circuitous route, to another small point, but one which we feel should be raised.
Church News & Announcements
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The Invitation and the Garment
The wedding garment is not about moral perfection. It is not about being “good enough.” It is the garment of repentance, the clothing of a heart willing to be transformed. Bridegroom Matins gives us the words: “I see Thy bridal chamber adorned, O my Savior, but I have no wedding garment that I may enter.”…
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The Voice That Calls Us Back to God
St. John’s martyrdom reveals the cost of refusing repentance. When we cling to our sins, we eventually resent the very voice that tries to free us. Herod’s banquet becomes a place where truth is mocked, justice is twisted, and a prophet is killed to preserve a lie. Sin always leads us there — to the…
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What is Impossible for Us
The Lord’s final invitation—“Sell what you have… and follow Me”—is not a demand for poverty but a call to release the illusion of self‑sufficiency. The young man’s sorrow reveals how tightly he clings to the belief that he must be the architect of his own salvation.
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Forgiven, Yet Unchanged
We forget how often we have fallen. We forget how often we have been carried. We forget the patience God has shown us in our weakness, our wandering, our repeated failures. And when we forget, compassion dries up. We become accountants of other people’s mistakes. We measure their faults with precision while excusing our own.…
