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In response to the child abuse in football and everywhere.
The cruel touch. In my heart I keen and weep, for the child raped, assaulted, interfered with, whose worldview is forever changed and something lost that can never be replaced or wholly healed, wreaks daily pain. It is like a cancer that steals healthy minds, souls, bodies, sexualities to grow on garnered guilt,…
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Devils and Mary
Hi my name is Mary They said I had seven devils I can tell you what those were There was the devil of oppression, the demon of sexual abuse, the demon of stolen children, the demon of exploitation, the demon of poverty, the demon of domestic violence, and the demon of, ‘Your less than.’ I was…
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Where is Christmas?
Have you ever been down a cave deep enough to see stalactites and stalagmites. I went down one in Derbyshire and they had set up lighting so that we could see them. It was like a fairy grotto and doubly amazing when you see the icicles and columns made at only a centimetre a 100…
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dinner with Jesus
Dinner with Jesus His cooking pot there was little water little barley and no oil. Would he make it do like the bread and fishes for the thousands? He rises and picks up the water jar, disappears over the hill, to the shore. later returning, brings Peter with a load of fish they caught…
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God chooses and values those on the Autistic Spectrum
God chooses and values those on the Autistic Spectrum. By Reverend Hilary Evans September 17th 2016 God chooses a man who I believe is on the Autistic spectrum. In this short essay I will show that Joseph of the coat of many colours/stripes (Genesis chapter 37:3) shows some of the attributes of those…
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#Nice
Nice. With twisted minds and warped thoughts the gun warm hand delivers perverted justice and innocent deaths, broken bodies that were children and mothers fathers and brothers, sisters and solitary others who went out that night. There was nothing of God in the corrupt cruelty God knows nothing of hatred, killing and violence.…
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The Greed of War
The Greed of War. The thirsty land, sand stretched miles, money grubbing tree roots searching for precious drops of blood. Tiny creatures scuttle across the shifting dunes of forgotten dreams Once it was green, fertile, juice filled, quenching, slaking til abundance became bound to a few. Poverty steals the very sips…
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Hello world!
Welcome!My name is Hilary and if you feel pushed to the margins then my task is to share the grace I have found there.
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