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Look at the feet. A broken bottle of incense lies on the floor. She lies there weeping and kissing the Son of God. She mops her tears with her hair. Some think its disgusting. His money man is sickened by the waste. The Son of God says "When you're forgiven much you love much." This humiliating, messy, desperate attempt at kindness is my kind of story. It illustrates the only kind of faith that fits me.
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Chris, I found your blog in a search for the lyrics of "If your hair's too long." You may enjoy my post today called "cutting hair" at
http://patternsofink.blogspot.com/
I have a tape of that song somewhere. Pease let me know if you ever find it in an MP3 form. I would love to hear it again.
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