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Letters...We Get Letters...


Every once in awhile I like to open up the ol' mailbag, to publish some of the highlights. Call it my way of 'giving back' to the blogging community. (I give and I give.)
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I received this link, a survey of Christian authors from an evangelical perspective.

This came in the form of spam:

Preface to the 1970 Edition

To listen, by the sputtering, smoking fire,
As if your human shape were what the storm
Thinking of your abiding spirit brings
And then I go on until I am beneath an archway,
"Be off!" say Winter's snows;
—The place the road ends, that patch of white paint
Over the chilly dale.
Yes. You'd want that said, (if you
Brush the lone giant in that somber pall.
To watch me watch drowned snow lift from the lake.
Right, and appears from here to be overcome
Alberti, Brunelleschi

[Mr.?] auto-confirm@amazon.com sent a thoughtful missive:

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Brother-in-law Greg (the socialist) responded to brother-in-law Chris (the conservative) and cc'd the whole family: "Shhh..Kimberle. don't tell a Republican they are wrong. They may invade another country..."

Of course, it helps if you've started three wars, gassed your own people, and guffawed at years of U.N. sanctions. Details, schmetails, I know.

And finally, Christmas cheer in the form of singing via the inimitable Mr. Luse.