Today I shook a lot of dirty hands. I used to be afraid of dirty hands, wondering what sort of invisible germs I would get. I didn't want to touch people who were dirty.
On the corner of Malcolm X and Dawson homeless people often walk by. Nearby, there is a homeless shelter. CitySquare goes to that corner every Thursday at 2 PM with waters and this week, chips.
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Let me tell you a story of faith—faith without sight. Faith when all looks dim, and God seems silent.
As I moved on my upward career path, gaining more responsibility and making more money every year since I had left college, life was good. My world remained mostly stable, and I did not know what I did not know, which was this: I found my significance in everything that passes away—in money, in where we lived, in my marriage, in how I looked, and in what other people thought of me.
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