"I want you, dear reader, to remember that one holy way of mending the world is to sing, to write, to paint, to weave, new worlds. Because the seed of your feeble-yet-faithful work fell to the ground, died, and rose again, what Christ has done through you will call forth praise from lonesome travelers long after your name is forgotten."
— Jul 22, 2026 10:08PM
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