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There’s a sweet, old, love song called Silver Threads Among The Gold, that talks about growing old. I prefer to think of these lyrics as new friends are silver threads and old friends are the gold threads. 1,190 more words
1 week, 6 days
This is not common to a lot of Catholics and I’m pretty sure that a lot will be surprised by this. At the Feast, we were taught to give tithes. 1,235 more words
2 weeks, 4 days
I attended The Feast PICC last Sunday and I was reborn.
Now let me talk about having a rebirth.
The past few weeks made me feel like I already wanted to die was dying. 558 more words
1 month, 2 weeks