I Love You, Irene

Christians from “camps” which many in my history would (improperly, I believe) deem entirely hostile have been serving me over the last few years.

I now appreciate some books I would have been ashamed and afraid to have had in my house ten years ago. Thank you, God of Abraham, for expanding your influence over me beyond the borders of my ignorant, ungodly biases.

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