The Hem of His Garment: A Reflection on Mark 5:25–34
She had spent everything and was only getting worse. Then she reached through a crowd toward something she couldn't quite name.
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She had spent everything and was only getting worse. Then she reached through a crowd toward something she couldn't quite name.
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I went to the store for three things. I came home with eleven. The three things were not among them.
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Some small loyalties reveal more about us than the big ones do.
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Some of the most important leadership moments happen in the rooms where everyone would rather be somewhere else.
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Every Sunday I survive the sanctuary. It's the parking lot that nearly does me in.
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