Waves rolling, heaping up Overwhelming crushing force of water pouring down Deep deep breath Face into the crash and roar Riding through froth and foam and cataract Of change.
There are times that I feel like a leftover from the 1960s: born in Zambia, at home in Zambia, Zimbabwe, the United States, and Canada; citizenship in two of them; real citizenship in God's reign, not here. I teach in a seminary in Manitoba, have church roots in the Brethren in Christ, and have two church memberships (B in C and Mennonite).
Most times I just enjoy being here.
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Anything in particular?
I was wondering the same thing?
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