It starts with a sneeze. Then a cough starts or maybe even just a tickle in the back of your throat. Then the paranoia steps
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I was so excited! It was late October during my days as a youth pastor. All in one weekend, we had a Leadership Retreat, a Fund-Raiser Lunch and our annual Youth Harvest Party. Which also included a trip to the local Hay-Maze!
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Sickness and pain remind us that we’re broken. That we need someone greater than ourselves to help us. Illness and injury drive us to our knees because we can’t function on our own. At that moment, we finally submit that we’re not doing well. This is good for us.
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Why don’t we care more about people’s stories? Why do they have to be rich, famous, or have done some sort of amazing feat before we’ll take an interest?
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