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A
MESSAGE FROM PASTOR MARIDEL - June 2009
It feels as
if we’ve been
experiencing the same sort of seasonal transition Garrison Keillor
ascribes to Lake
Wobegon,
his hometown out on the edge of the prairie: After a long, skinny,
chilly,
spring, suddenly everything burgeoned forth and
prospered—warm, sunny, and
beautiful! Yes
friends, summer is
upon us. Finally.
These last
many summers, as
an act of contrition for reading the Cliff Notes but never the book, I
have
begun my summer reading with some literary classic I should have read a
long
time ago but never did. One
summer it
was The
Scarlet Letter, the next it
was Billy
Budd; I’ve got
Faulkner’s The
Sound and the Fury under my
belt and
Nora Neale Hurston’s Their
Eyes were
Watching God too. This
year I will
be reading Moby
Dick. Even
if you haven’t read it (yet) you’ve surely
heard its opening line: “Call me Ishmael.”
I
knew it myself! But
then! Scarcely
two sentences into Read More...
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