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Tuesday, April 18, 2006

"These are but wild and whirling words."

In pursuit of assurance I listen for the words spoken just so. I wait for the verbal panacea. I assure myself that confession is sufficient.

My brother reminds me that love is a verb.

Someone, at great cost to himself, has given faith its hands and feet. He speaks with Love's firmest, loveliest voice:action. Where words could not satisfy, example has.

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