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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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Hey Chris -- when I met Matthew yesterday, we were talking upstairs in Larry's office and he told me, kind of out of the blue, that he'd appreciated what you said in the St. Louis service -- especially the part about Penny's passing being a part of something so much larger than what we see. Sorry I missed that part of the service on TV, but I imagine it'll be on the air coming up -- will try to catch that second half.
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