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Unwrapping the Gift of Faith
Try as I might, I don’t remember being born. It was in the days before delivery room photographers shared the space with family and medical personnel to capture every moment on film. Still, even without such documentation, or even the testimony of many witnesses, I am convinced the event took place. I was unborn, and then I was born: simple as that. I don’t remember any better the moment I was born again, though I am just as certain it happened! I was raised in a Christian home, where loving Jesus seemed a matter of course. Faith is mixed in with my earliest memories. But I would no more say…
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Listen … That You May Live
Long ago, when the earth was young, an ancient paradise perched at the crown of the world. Around its borders, rivers ran wild and sweet, and sunlight shimmered in wind-rustled treetops. In the midst of that paradise, a garden bloomed, and at the garden’s heart grew two Trees. One stood bold, lush, and cool, boasting rich fruit; the other’s rugged trunk concealed veins of glowing fire. The Voice of the wind playing through the grasses could still be heard in those days, and it swirled around the burning Tree: “Listen, listen to Me and eat what is good, and you will delight in the richest of fare. Give…
