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Friday, December 24, 2021
Descending, on ropes
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After Mark 2:1-12 On my bedding they lower me into the room of noise and smoke and the small of bodies densely packed together. Too many p...
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Sunday, December 19, 2021
The crowd goes crazy (silently)
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After Mark 2:1-12 Through the roof he comes on ropes, almost a theatrical scene; that’s bad enough (no sense of decorum In honor of those pr...
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Friday, December 17, 2021
What does the healer say
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After Mark 2:1-12 Confronted by the faith of the men helping a friend, men so determined they punch a hole in the roof, what does the heal...
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Sunday, December 12, 2021
The word is out
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After Mark 2:1-12 The word is out: the man can heal, a touch, a look, a word can dispel a demon, a disease, even the most feared of all, a...
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