He walked on into days. Still drawn by a voice- now right here, then distant.
One moment closer than his own heartbeat, then just a distant whisper in the desert wind.
Now is your time, my son… and through you all things will be made new.
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Hi Chris,
Have you forgotten that Sundays are not in Lent – you’re going to run out of days. Sundays are always a Feast of the Lord and therefore always to be celebrated.
Maggy
Hmmmm. Indeed it looks like we will be a few days short! Thanks for the warning Maggie…
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