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Ordinary Time II

I spent the summer of 1990 in Birmingham, Alabama. Like most summers in the deep South, it was hot, sweltering and sticky that summer. I had completed my first semester of seminary, and wanted to get some “field work” under my belt. So I applied to be an editorial assistant at Woman’s Missionary Union. I’d grown up on a steady diet of missions literature and practice which came out of Birmingham, so this was a bit like going to the holy city for me. Like most pilgrimages it had its moments of awe and its moments of disillusionment. It also held moments of learning and friendship, which have deepened across the years.

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Ordinary Time I

A Peach is Worth a Thousand Words. Summer time is here with a blazing fury. Temperatures up. Windows rolled down. Rolling along with blues on the radio. Somehow that low steady beat underneath and all kinds of fun and mischief floating across the top of it suits me just fine this morning.

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