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Hmmmm. I'm sure I changed the title of yesterday's blog. I wonder what I did wrong. The reason I named it The Master's was because I was free to read and review a lot of the day because Bill was watching the golf tournament. Same is true for today, but I went off on a different limb yesterday and thought I'd renamed it. We have had a lot of church. Let me count the hours: let's see, four last night and five today. In those nine hours, three services plus preparation, we've gone over a summary of major stories from the Old Testament : Creation, Abraham, Isaac, Moses, Exodus, the prophets. We've heard and/or repeated our baptismal vows (depending on which service you were at.) And, of course, Jesus rose from the dead. Three times. Once each service. Oops, that sounds like either I'm making fun of it, or like we enacted it, and neither is true. Alleluia! The liturgy was magnificent, the music splendid, the crowds appreciative and involved. Nevertheless, I'm tired. Wish the Bishop weren't coming next weekend for confirmation. That's another big deal. Not as big a deal, but a big deal. So this afternoon I've enjoyed reviewing members of the A-1 Writing Academy. There are 399 members, and lots of wonderful classes in poetry, fiction and non-fiction writing. Check them out!
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