by Jean Shimer, my mom; written after Christmas, 1970 Pictured: Roger Shimer, Nancy Shimer (holding me, Brian, @ 9 mos old), and John Shimer Somebody said somewhere that life is just a succession of Christmases, and that is the way it seems some days. In the frantic rush that usually accompanies the preparations, I often…
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Hello, My Name is Phillip: Chapter Seven
Phillip ran. He ran, tripped and fell, and then blindly ran more into the park, with his dog Skye. Terrified, surrounded by wind and storm, he ended up in a root cave tree and there encountered Jesus. Read this next installment of Phillip’s experience with Jesus and the servants Jesus sends to rescue him.
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