Saturday, September 06, 2008

 

Comic Art

Sometimes comics are just creepy, and for me never are they more creepy than when they reflect reality just a bit too much. Such a character from Jack Kirby's New Gods would be Glorious Godfrey. Yes, he may indeed win the "Oh Give Me A Break" Award when it comes to his name, but he was sinister indeed. Here is how the link just provided describes him:
Glorious Godfrey is a master mind manipulator. He was sent to Earth by Darkseid to prepare for his arrival. He acted as a preacher, proclaiming the benefits of "anit-life," which would justify the actions of man, whatever they may be. He assembled a strong group of followers, named "Justifiers," to spread unrest and rioting all over America. It took the efforts of the Forever People to defeat him.
As if to kick creepy up a notch, he later reappeared trying the same sort of misinformation, uber-leader tactic under the name "G. Gordon Godfrey." Oh no, there was no blatant cultural reference there at all.

The power of propaganda can be frightening - and when my comic book characters practice it, with super powers, well, it gives me pause. Of course, when Kirby cooked up Glorious Godfrey, the cultural reference was to Gobels and the Nazi propaganda machine, but by the '80's when the character resurfaced he was vaguely guised as an American government official, acting all Nazi like.

Were he to show up again now, any bets he would be a televangelist? I hate to get all moralistic in a Saturday comic book post, but this gives me real pause. When it comes to doing our job as Christians, the difference between preaching the Gospel and spewing propaganda is a thin one indeed. It might even be a moving target depending on the audience.

My point is, sometimes we deserve, richly, the ridicule we get in the world of pop culture. Maybe we should have a bit higher guard.

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Friday, September 05, 2008

 

Learning From The Other

There is a resistance, particularly among religious groups, to learn form the other. For example, my own PC(USA) is in deep crisis because of the issue of gay ordination - something I as a conservative strongly oppose. But that does not mean there are not lessons to learn from community opposite. We conservatives have indeed been intolerant in many ways. Ordination is not necessary to express tolerance, but there is a lesson on loving the sinner in the mess somewhere.

The problem gets even more complex when we move from intra-religious issues to inter-religious issues. One example I think about a lot is Catholicism, and Orthodoxy's amazing ability to "Hang-in-there." Both measure age in millenia, while we Protestants do well to last centuries, many only decades. I must wonder - what do they know that we do not?

But what if we get into the realm of the "illegitimate" religion - like say Mormons? This article from the New Statesman points out the strength involved in how Mormons lead themselves in an absence of professional clergy. Regular readers know that by virtue of my work on Article VI Blog, following the political fortunes of Mitt Romney, I have become a bit of a student of Mormonism.

After two years of such study, I must confess to an admiration of the LDS organization and its strong reliance on "volunteers." In this area, they certainly resemble the much vaunted first century church more than even the preacher-saturated independent Evangelical churches.

It is also in this area that people accuse them of being most "cultic," that it is somehow forced labor. I must confess to not having witnessed any "forced" anything. I have witnessed high expectations, and I have witnessed something that does not quite rise to the level of shunning, but that makes clear that those expectations are part of being a "real" Mormon - all while being quite cordial, friendly, and even loving.

We have taken a very different path - a more consumeristic approach wherein we rely more and more and more on "ministry professionals," allowing the average member of our church to come and consume WITHOUT expectation whatsoever. And as I chronicle on this blog quite routinely, we fail to produce the kind of radical transformation in the lives of our congregants that Christ so clearly intended for us.

There is much of Mormonism that I disagree with, deeply, but in this aspect I admire them deeply. In the aspect of organization and the use of laity for leadership, I am even willing to grant some credence to their claim of being the church restored. (Please don't panic this is a very limited statement I am making - one area and one area ONLY)

We would do well to stop reminding everyone we see how different and wrong they are and spend a little time looking and learning. Just as hugging a gay person does not endorse their sin nor proclaim them blameless, so studying the Mormons in this area does not grant them "truth-bearing" status. As we are improved by learning to love the sinner while condemning the sin, so we would, in this area be improved.

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Friday Humor - a little off color

But...Uproariously Funny! Please, take A Walk In The Woods.

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Thursday, September 04, 2008

 

Finding Yourself

Milt Stanley links to a post on what our idols are, especially ministry.
As I've been thinking about pastoral envy, I've come to realize how easy it is to find meaning and fulfillment in pastoring and the church. This means that ministry can become an idol. When it's going well, then I feel good about myself. When it's not going well, my identity is crushed. Pastoral ministry can become an idol and take the place of God.

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The only way to prevent ministry from becoming an idol is to find our identity in Jesus rather than in the church.
First off, this is true in general - when we take our identity anywhere but from Jesus, we have an idol on our hands. But the main thrust, about ministry, goes even deeper than this guy points out - ministry is not the idol - self is.

When we come to Christ to fix ourselves, to find fulfillment, to be saved even, it is all about us. Ministry seems like a natural step to get more of "that" - whatever "that" may be. Somehow such misses the mark - because the only acceptable "goal" of Christianity is Jesus. We don't derive an identity from Jesus - Jesus is our identity! Anything else reserves our own ego sufficiently to allow that idolatry to creep in there.

Christianity is not an exercise in finding oneself, but in losing same.

Which brings me, sort of, to my second point. WAY too many people get into ministry in an effort to find "more" of what they think Christianity is supposed to supply - this is a huge problem in so many ways, more ways than I want to discuss here. It stems from the perception that our clergy and staff have it all together and are somehow closer to God.

We need to work actively to dispel this perception. Pastors work so hard to maintain that "leadership air" - that apartness and aloofness - that permits the illusion of "better." Better, when it comes to our faith, is such a radically different thing, than as offered by the rest of the world - and it is not necessarily expressed in professional leadership. What Christian leadership leads in is the self-denial that we just discussed.

How do we find such leaders?

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Wednesday, September 03, 2008

 

On Display

Rebecca quotes J.I. Packer:
The preacher’s task, in other words, is to display Christ, to explain man’s need of him, his sufficiency to save, and his offer of himself in the promises as Savior to all who truly turn to him; and to show as fully as he can how these truths apply to the congregation before for him.[emphasis added]
Can one "display" with pure words? Preaching is important, but is it sufficient?

If I describe for you here, even at great length and with far more mastery of the English language than I actually have, the Mona Lisa, can I be said to have displayed it?

So I ask you - is preaching enough?

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Tuesday, September 02, 2008

 

Stupid Christian Stories

As I write this, it is the early a.m. after a day of mindless, incompetent, bureaucratic hell, populated by imbeciles too proud to say "I don't know" - willing to waste enormous amounts of my time for the sake of their ego. From the pharmacy to the bank to my ISP, I spent what seems an entire day (though really only about 5 hours of it) being giving misinformation and being misdirected.

And so, I turn to my blogging this fine morning and find that in my "stack of stuff" to write about I have saved stories like these.

MMI links to video and print on a survey done of ad agencies to figure out how to "sell" Christianity. They want to "re-brand" it.

Meanwhile, that same source links to a story on a man suing the church where he was "slain in the Spirit" because there was no catcher and he hit his head!

You Don't "Sell" Christianity, You Are Christian!

Yesterday's adventures left me mostly feeling stripped of my essential humanity - I was not listened to, I was not served, I was processed. Like a piece of metal working its way from ingot to sheet to stamp to finish, I was folded, stapled, spindled and in the end mutilated by institutions more interesting in selling than delivering product.

Well, the church's only product is people transformed by the gospel which means we MUST listen to and serve them, not run them through our mill. The church should be the one institution in human experience that helps us to find our humanity not strips us of it.

Competency Matters

The person I approached at the bank did not know how to do what I wanted - he did not even know how to find out how to do what I wanted. "Tech Support" from my ISP did not understand what was going on as well as I did, so he routed me through many steps I had already taken and then he tried to make me completely rebuild my home network at which point (some 2 hours later) I said simply "STOP AND LISTEN."

If you are going to run a healing service, you best be into healing and not hurting. That is simple spiritual competency. If you are going to lead people to transformed lives, you best be at least a little transformed yourself.

Which brings me to my final thought

Humility Matters

Most of what I see in all of this is people with good intentions but minimal ability, a complete lack of understanding of the limits of their ability, and an unwillingness to admit any such limits exist.

Confession, the simple acknowledgment of a lack of ability, and the humility such subsequently reflects, is the foundation on which genuine transformation, genuine Christianity lies. The response to people not coming to church is not better salesmanship, it is confession, even unspecific confession, "God we clearly are not doing this right, what do we do."

"God my heart aches for my ill brother or sister, please...please...don't let me add to their pain."

You see, that essential humanity that we seek for ourselves and we are called to affirm in others, was created perfect, but is now deeply, deeply flawed - both our own and the other. The path to that affirmation lies in the rebuilding, which requires first knowing of the flaws.

I seek refuge from the vagaries of life in the church of my Lord. My prayer is that we would learn to be truly different, by building the kind of competence that comes only from humility.

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Monday, September 01, 2008

 

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Sunday, August 31, 2008

 

Sermons and Lessons

BIOGRAPHICAL NOTE

Frederick William Farrar was born in Bombay, India, in 1831. He was educated at King’s College, London, and at Trinity College, Cambridge. He became dean of Canterbury in 1895, and died in 1903. His Life of Christ, the most widely read of his many religious works, has been translated into many languages - even into Japanese. The following illustrates his power of emphasis.

“There, amid those voluptuous splendors, Pilate, already interested, already feeling in this prisoner before him some nobleness which touched his Roman nature, asking Him in pitying wonder, ‘Art thou the King of the Jews? - Thou poor, worn, tear-stained outcast, in this hour of Thy bitter need - O pale, lonely, friendless, wasted man, in Thy poor peasant garments, with Thy tied hands and the foul traces of the insults of Thine enemies on Thy face and on Thy robes - Thou, so unlike the fierce, magnificent Herod, whom this multitude which thirsts for Thy blood acknowledged as their sovereign - art Thou the King of the Jews ?“

WORK IN THE GROANING OF CREATION

And God saw everything that he had made, and behold it was very goodGen. 1:31.

For we know that the whole creation groaneth and travaileth in pain together until now.Rom. 8:22.

And there shall be no more curseRev. 22:3.

In those three texts you have the past, the present, the future of our earth; what was, what is, what shall be; the perfectness which man has marred, the punishment which he is enduring, the hope to which he looks. What share we may have in the marring or the mending of this our transitory dwelling,’ that is our main subject today.

We see some glimpses at least of the truth that actively by sympathy, by thoughtfulness, by charity, by unselfishness, by loving one another; - that even passively by abstaining from the fashionable and universal vice of biting and devouring one another; - we see that by honesty, by self-reverence, by reverence for others, by obeying the golden rule of “doing unto others as we would they should do unto us,” we may do very much to limit the realm of sorrow, and to substitute a golden for an iron scepter in its sway over human hearts. We see, too, that our own inevitable trials and humiliations, - all the neglect, all the insult, all the weariness, all the disappointment, all the ingratitude, which may befall us, - can be better borne if we be cheerful and active in doing good. Labor for God is the best cure for sorrow, and the best occupation of life.

Can we today push the inquiry yet further, and learn whether it is in our power in any way to mend the flaw which runs for us through the material world; or in any way to diminish for ourselves and for mankind the pressure of that vast weight of laws which exercises over us, undoubtedly, a sway of awful potency? The whole creation groaneth and travaileth in pain together until now; can we - not by any strength of ours, but be¬cause God permits and desires it, can we do anything to hasten that blest hour for which we wait - the hour of the new creation; of the adoption, to wit, the redemption of our body; of the restitution of all things; of the palingenesia of the world?

I think we can. I know that the supposed helplessness of man is a favorite topic of modern materialism, which makes of man the irresponsible tool of forces which he can not resist, the sport and prey of dumb powers which are alike inexorable and passionless. This philosophy - if we may call it a philosophy - laughs to scorn the notion of a miracle, and makes virtue and vice not the conscious choice of free beings, but the inevitable result of material causes and hereditary impulses, of which in all but semblance, we are the mere automata and slaves. My brethren, into all these speculations of a baseless atheism, I need not enter. To us, nature means nothing but the sum total of phenomena which God has created; and since in the idea of nature is included the idea of God, a miracle becomes as natural and as easily conceivable as the most ordinary occurrence. And we know that we are free, that God does not mock us, that we can abhor that which is evil, and cleave to that which is good. The laws of nature are nothing, then, for us but observed sequences, and we do not admit that there is anything fearful in their uniformity. It is true that nature drives her plowshare straight onwards, and heeds not what may be lying in the furrow; it is true that therefore she shows an apparent indifference to human agony; it is true that if the fairest and sweetest child which earth ever saw be left at play in the face of the advancing tide, the tide will still advance and drown the little life; it is true that the fire in its ruthless vividness will roll over the loveliest maiden whose rich dress should catch its flame. It is a law that resistance must be equal to force, and that if there be a certain amount of pressure of vibration, whatever comes of it, a structure will give way, even though, alas, it hurl nearly a hundred human beings, with one flash of horror, into the gulf of death. But is this any reason for a fierce arraignment of nature, as tho she were execrably ruthless, and execrably indifferent? Not so, my brethren. Death whenever it comes is but death. None of us has any promise of this or that amount of life. It needs no railway accident, no sinking ship, or breaking ice, or burning town, or flame from heaven, or arrow in the darkness, or smiting of the sun by day, or the moon by night, to cut short our days. An in¬visible sporule in the air may do it, or a lesion no bigger than a pin’s point.

“He ate, drank, laughed, loved, lived, and liked life well;
Then came - who knows I - some gust of jungle wind,
A stumble on the path; a taint i’ the tank;
A snake’s nip; half a span of angry steel;
A chill; a fishbone; or a falling tile, -
And life is over, and the man is dead.”

But is this any reason why we should look on ourselves as victims of dead irresponsible forces? Why so? Death is but death, and if we live faithfully, death is our richest birthright. “Were you ready to die that you jumped into the stormy sea to save that child’s life?” said a gentleman to an English sailor. “Should I have been better prepared, sir,” the sailor answered, “if I had shirked my duty?” A sudden death is often, and in many respects, the most merciful form of death; and the apparently terrible death of a few may save the lives of many hundreds. The uniformity of nature may sometimes wear the aspect of passionless cruelty; but as we learn more and more to observe and to obey her laws, we find more and more that they work for countless ends of beneficence and beauty, that out of seeming evil she works real good, out of transient evil enduring good. The fires which rend the earthquake and burst from the volcano, are the quickening forces of the world; her storms lash the lazy atmos¬phere which otherwise would stagnate into pestilence, and it is for man‘s blessing, not for his destruction, that her waters roll and her great winds blow.

But are we, after all, so very helpless before the aggregate of these mighty forces, as materialism loves to represent? Not so! “Thou madest him to have dominion over the works of thy hands,” said the Psalmist, “Thou hast put all things under his feet.” “Replenish the earth, and subdue, and have dominion,” said the first utterance of God to man. And what is this but an equivalent of the latest utterances of science, that “the order of nature is ascertainable by our faculties to an extent which is practically unlimited, and that our volition counts for something in the course of events”? Man has done much to make the world in all senses a worse place for himself, but he has also, thank God, done much to make it better, and he may, to an almost unspeakable extent, remedy for him¬self and for his race the throes and agonies of the groaning universe. God meant His earth to be a more blest place for us than it is, and in every instance men have made it more blest when they have read the open se¬crets, by virtue of which, for our excitement, if not for our reward, “herbs have their heal¬ing, stones their preciousness, and stars their times.” Ancient nations have shuddered at the awfulness of the sea. It drowns ship and sailor; but “trim your sail, and the same wave which drowns the bark is cleft by it, and bears it along like its own foam, a plume and a power.” The lightning shatters tower and temple; but once learn that it is nothing but the luminous all-pervading fluid which you may evolve by rubbing a piece of amber, and brush out of a child’s fair hair, and then with no more potent instrument than a boy’s kite you may dash harmless to the earth the all-shattering brand which was the terror of antiquity; nay, you may seize it by its wing of fire, and bid it carry your messages around the girdled globe. Zymotic diseases smite down the aged and young, but, when you have learnt that they are caused by myriads of invisible germs which float in the water or the air, you have but to observe the common¬est rules of sanitary science, to filter and boil the dangerous water, to insure free currents of air, to breathe as nature meant you to breathe, through the nostrils, and not through the throat, and you rob them of half their deadliness. Why has smallpox been stayed in its loathly ravages, arid deprived of its hideous power? Why does the Black Death rage no longer, as it raged among the monks of this Abbey four centuries ago? Why do we not have pestilence, like that great plague of London, which destroyed 7,165 persons in a single week? Why has jail fever disappeared? Why are the cities of Europe horn-fled no longer by the hideousness of medieval leprosy? Because men live amid cleaner and purer surroundings. Because rushes are no longer strewn over floors which had been suffered to be saturated with the organic refuse of years. Because the simplest laws of nature are better understood. Because, in these respects, men have remedied by God‘s aid, some of those miseries for which the Savior sighed.

And this amelioration of man‘s miseries is a great, and noble, and Christ-like work. Would that there were no other side to the picture! Man, alas! also has done, and may do, infinite mischief to the world he lives in. He may cut down the forests on the hills, and so diminish the necessary rain. He may pluck up the grasses on the shore, and so lay waste whole acres to the devastating sands. He may poison the sweet, pure rivers of his native soil, till their crystal freshness is corrupted into deathful and putrescent slime. He may herd together, as we suffer our poor to do, in filthy tenements which shall breed every species of disease and vice. He may indulge or acquiesce in senseless fashions and pernicious vanities which shall mean not only wasteful ugliness and grotesque extravagance, but leave shattered health and ruined lives, to the mothers of his race. He may in greed of competition extirpate the game of the forest, the fishes of the sea. He may destroy the exquisite balance of nature, by shooting down or entrapping the sweet birds of the air; till his vines and his harvests are devastated by the insects on which they feed. He may suffer the chimneys of his manufactories to poison the atmosphere with black smoke and sulphurous acid, till his proudest cities are stifled at noonday, as we all have seen in London for these many weeks, with the unclean mirk of midnight fogs. He may suffer noxious gases to be vomited upon the breeze, till the most glorious buildings in his cities corrode and crumble-as the stones of this Abbey are doing - under their influence, - till the green woods blacken into leafless wastes, and life is lived at miserable levels of vitality under the filthy reek. There is hardly any limit to the evil, no less than to the good, which man may do to this his earthly environment. Nor is it less deplorable that he may go out of his way to do endless mischief to himself by his misuse or abuse of the properties of things. From the dried capsules of the white poppy he extracts opium, and he grows acres of poppies that with thousands of chests of that opium he may degrade into decrepitude and wretchedness the most populous nations upon earth. Nature gives him the purple grape and the golden grain, and he mashes them and lets them rot and seethe, and assists, and superintends, and retards their decomposition, till he has educed from them a fermented intoxicating liquor; and not content with this luxury, he pours it into Circean cups of degrading excess; not content with even fermentation, he further, by distillation, extracts a transparent, mobile, colorless fluid, which is the distinctive element in ardent spirits, and these, whatever may be their legitimate use in manufacture or in medicine, he has so horribly abused that they have become to mankind, the spiritus ardentes indeed, but not of heaven - fiery spirits of the abyss, which have decimated nations, ruined continents, shortened millions of lives, and turned for millions of God’s children, and millions of Christ’s little ones, life into an anguish, and earth into a hell. Do not say we can do nothing to soften for man the deadly agencies which are working in the world, - for all this mischief, and incalculably more than this, is man’s own doing.

But let me ask you to glance for a moment at one of the beneficent secrets which nature has yielded up to man. Have you ever realized, with heartfelt gratitude to God, the priceless boon which He has granted to this generation in the diminution of pain? One of our best surgeons has just told us the strange yet simple story of this discovery, from the first dim intimation of the possibility in 1789, till in 1846 it might almost be said that in Europe we could name the month, before which all operative surgery was agonizing, and after which it was painless. But what an immense, what an enormous boon is this application of anodynes! “Past all counting is the sum of happiness enjoyed if the millions who have, in the last thirty-three years, escaped the pain that was inevitable in surgical operations; pain made more terrible by apprehension; more keen by close atten¬tion; sometimes awful in a swift agony; some¬times prolonged beyond even the most patient endurance, and then renewed in memory, and terrible in dreams. This will never be felt again.” And besides this abolition of pain, it would take long to tell how chloroform and ether “have enlarged the field of useful surgery, making many things easy which were difficult, many safe which were perilous, many practical which were nearly impossible.” But another lesson this eminent man of science draws, which bears directly on our subject, is that while we are profanely decrying nature, discoveries the most blest, boons the most priceless, may lie close to us and yet God leave us to discover them; and that we may endure many needless miseries, falsely accus¬ing nature and even God, only because we have neither hope enough to excite intense desire, nor desire enough to encourage hope. We wonder that for forty years the discovery of anesthetics was not pursued, though, after the pregnant hint of Sir H. Davy, it lay but half hidden under so thin a veil. Our successors will wonder at us, as we at those before us, that we were as blind to who can tell how many great truths, which, they will say, were all around us, within reach of any clear and earnest mind. They will wonder at the quietude with which we stupidly acquiesce in, or immorally defend, the causes which perpetuate and intensify our habitual miseries. Our fathers needlessly put up with these miseries “as we now put up with typhoid fever and sea-sickness; with local floods and droughts; with waste of health and wealth in pollutions of rivers; with hideous noises, and foul smells”; with the curse of alcoholic poisoning, and many other miseries. Our successors, when they have remedied or prevented these, will look back on them with horror, and on us with wonder and contempt, for what they will call our idleness or blindness, or indifference to suffering. Alas! in the physical as in the moral world, we murmur at the evils which surround us, and we do not remove them. We multiply those evils, and make life wretched, and then curse nature because it is wretched, and neglect or fling away the precious gifts and easy remedies which would make it blest. And is it not so in the spiritual world? Nine-tenths of our miseries are due to our sins. Yet the remedy of our sins is close at hand. We have a Savior; we have been commemorating His birth, but we live and act as though He were dead; in our own lives and those of others we suffer those miseries to run riot which He came to cure; we talk and live as though those remedies were undiscoverable, while from day to day His Word is very nigh us, even in our mouths and in our hearts!

For one sermon you hear about work for the secular amelioration of the suffering world for which Christ sighed, you may (I suppose) hear fifty on passing ecclesiastical controversies and five thousand about individual efforts for personal salvation. And yet one pure, self-sacrificing deed, one word of generosity to an opponent, one kindly act to aid another, may have been better for you in God’s sight and far harder for you to do, than to attend in the year the 730 daily services which this Abbey provides. Yes, I am glad that I have preached to you to-day the duty of what some would call secular work - as though secular work were not often the most profoundly religious work! - for the amelioration of the world. And I say, it were better for you to have made but two blades of grass grow where one grew before, than if, with the hollow, hateful, slanderous heart of some false prophets of modern religionism, you were every morning to do whatever modern thing may be analogous to binding your fringes with blue, and broadening your phylacteries, - to making the hilltops blaze with your sacrificial fires, building here seven altars, and offering a bullock and a ram on every altar. And so, my brethren, let us leave this Abbey today with conceptions of duty larger and more hopeful; with more yearning both after the sympathy of Christ and after His activity; with more faith to see that the world would not be so utter a ruin but for our perversity; with more hope to be convinced that even we can help to redeem its disorders, and restore its pristine perfectness. Let us obey the command, “Ephphatha, Be opened!” Let us lift up our eyes’ to see that, tho the air around us is colorless, the far-off heaven is blue. Let us see and be thankful for the beauty of the world, the sweet air, the sunshine, the sea, the splendid ornaments of heaven, the ever-recurring circles of the divine beneficence. Let us learn the secrets of the mighty laws which only crush us when we disobey them, and which teach us, with divine inflexibility, that as we sow we reap. Let us not hinder the students of science in their patient toil and marvelous discovery by the crude infallibilities of our ignorant dogmatism. Let us believe-for we were saved in hope - that “Utopia itself is but another word for time”; and that, if our own work seems but infinitesimal, yet “there are mites in science, as well as in charity, and the ultimate results of each are alike important and beneficial.” And so the more we share in the sigh and in the toil of the Savior, the more shall we share in His redeeming gladness.

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