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Thanks, Michael! In my childhood, my grandmother would take us blackberry picking in the ditches. She would take a sheet of plywood to crush down the vines so that she could pick further into the patch. One afternoon she disappeared and we were frantically calling out for her. We found her on her back, on the plywood, unable to get up. She was laughing, so glad to be with us. She was a bit scratched, but nothing like the scratches she suffered from familial relations. At her memorial, no less than a dozen of my cousins credited her for bringing them to faith through caring for them and proclaiming the gospel to them, while their parents were embroiled in sin and confusion. She is one of my guiding lights helping me to serve Christ to the least of these.

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