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The Letter Opens The letter had already spoken of a father and a son. For a moment, Timothy could almost remain there, lingering within the warmth of those opening lines. Paul had spoken of his calling, of the God who had sent him, of Christ who remained his hope, and finally of Timothy himself—a true…
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The storm arrived before sunset. The lighthouse had seen worse. It did not mention this. Far below, the sea spent several hours arguing with the cliffs. Neither side appeared interested in compromise. A crane crossed the darkening sky. The wind pushed. The crane adjusted. The conversation continued. The traveler stood on the rocks holding a…
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Opened Carefully The letter finally arrived. Dust still clung to its journey. The roads connecting cities carried more than travelers. They carried reports, concerns, encouragements, questions, and sometimes answers. Timothy had seen such letters before. Messengers arrived, messengers departed, and news traveled in both directions. Yet this letter rested differently in his hands. The handwriting…
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The race committee expected bicycles. A few participants arrived with roller skates. One ambitious grandfather brought a wheelbarrow. Then Grandma arrived with a rhinoceros. Technically, it was a pet. Technically, it had completed obedience training. Technically, none of those facts felt reassuring. Three other grandmas joined immediately. This suggested either confidence or a complete breakdown…
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Same Name A messenger arrives carrying a letter. The name written on the outside is familiar. Timothy. Years later, another messenger arrives carrying another letter. The name is still the same. Timothy. At first glance, the two letters seem closely related. Both come from Paul. Both are addressed to the same younger companion. Both speak…
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The young woman stood in the cardboard airplane with both arms stretched toward the sky. The young man held the steering wheel. Neither of them appeared concerned that the airplane was hanging from three ropes tied to a tree. This suggested experience. Behind them hung a large map. A red dotted line wandered across continents.…
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The girls had a schedule. Nobody knew who created it. Nobody remembered agreeing to it. Yet everyone followed it faithfully. The first rule was simple: Eat dessert before making important decisions. The second rule was even simpler: Laugh first. Ask questions later. This system had produced mixed results. Mostly wonderful ones. On sunny afternoons, the…
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The inventor of the compass got lost constantly. Not occasionally. Professionally. Entire afternoons disappeared this way. One Tuesday he became lost while walking toward his own house. The house was visible the entire time. This did not help. After several years of accidental exploration, he decided something had to change. He began studying maps. The…
