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Just another Sunday at The Bridge

It is Sunday at The Bridge… I am not “on,” so I go an hour or so early to see how/where/if I can help out. I chat up some volunteers, then stand in the front foyer greeting folks. I end up not going into the worship service (which is not normal.) Instead I plop down in the foyer with someone,…

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Everyone You Meet Is Fighting a Great Battle

I visited recently with someone I’ve known for two-thirds of my life. Circumstances put us together two to three times a year. Through the decades our brief interactions have consisted of pleasant, superficial small talk. Until this most recent time. A burger, a po-boy, and a couple of  “innocent” questions later and, suddenly, I found myself smack dab in the…

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