Lessons can be learned from the strangest places, and today I was reminded of God's love for us by a lost dog.
I was taking my lunch break at work when one of the young ladies sitting next to the outside wall, which is all glass, saw a dog in the parking lot below us. We are on the top floor, the 5th floor, of an office building. The weather was miserable, pouring rain being driven in sheets by the wind. Immediately, several others in the lunch room became concerned about the dog wandering in our parking lot, which is surrounded by busy roads on three sides, one being a toll road with a speed limit of 65 mph. One employee ran downstairs and got a leash from her car, hoping to catch the dog, but by the time she did that, the dog had wandered to the back of the parking lot and was heading toward the toll road. I couldn't watch. The employee watching the dog left for a few minutes, and when she came back, she was trying to telephone her co-worker to tell her where the dog had gone, but she couldn't see it. Then I saw the dog. Miraculously, it had made it safely across the toll road which, fortunately, is not heavily traveled. The dog was going up the on ramp on the other side of the road. We watched as it crossed another busy 4-lane road, got on the sidewalk and headed away from our building.
In the meantime, a female attorney, who is an animal lover and rescues animals, came into the lunch room with a leash in hand. She'd been trying to find the dog also, and when I told her where it went, she and the young lady got in her SUV and drove down the road looking for the dog. However, the dog had gone down a drive leading to a business that had a security guard who had seen the dog walk by, but the guard would not let them have access to the property to look for the dog. They returned to our office empty handed. We don't know what became of the dog.
As I was thinking about this incident later in the day, I realized humanity is like the dog. People are lost, wandering around in the world, often facing dangerous situations and hazards that could take us out, and yet Someone is looking for us to rescue us. Even as we run away from our Rescuer, He pursues us with relentless love, seeking to find us, have us yield to His authority and be taken under His wing.
I'm sure the lost dog I saw today wanted someone to rescue him, to take him away, feed him and get him out of the cold rain. I'm praying that he finally did get rescued even as I thank God for rescuing me!
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Saturday, February 23, 2013
Understanding Death
Bob and I were at my son's house last evening to watch their 3 little boys so they could go to a party, thrown by my son's co-workers, for him as he was starting his own business. The youngest boy, Ian, was sleeping already, but we got to spend some time with Benny and Niland before they finally fell asleep at 9 p.m. with the huge stuffed dog I'd made right on top of them. Their twin beds are side-by-side in their large bedroom, and when they finally got in it, I asked Niland to move over to his bed rather than beside Benny. Niland said, "Nana, when I find someone I love, I like to sleep beside them." And that's how they fell asleep, side-by-side.
My daughter-in-law, Bee, came home after 11; Nate was still at the party as he was the guest of honor. We were glad to see her as we aren't used to staying up that late, and we had a 25-minute drive to go to get home. Before we left, Bee asked, "Did I tell you that Niland was asking for Grandma Stewart?"
That's Bob's mother, who passed away December 26.
"No, you didn't."
"Well, he said he wanted to see her, and when I told him that he couldn't because she was in heaven, he started crying."
Niland didn't get to see Mom very often; she was in assisted living, but every time we had a family gathering, we'd make sure she attended. And Christmas was no exception. Bob got Mom and we went to my daughter's house, and of course, Nate and Bee and the boys were there. I can still picture in my mind Bob's mother kissing Ian goodbye as she placed her hands on the sides of his face. Benny and Niland gave her hugs and kisses goodbye, too, not knowing that she would be dead in less than 24 hours. With the funeral held in Alabama because that's where Mom spent her years other than the last few, Nate and Bee did not attend, and nothing was said about Mom to the boys.
When Niland found out, Bee said, he demanded to see her right now. Bee explained that she'd gone to heaven, that we'd never be able to see her again until we get to heaven, and that she was living with God. Well, that only made Niland mad at God and disliking heaven. Bee further explained that Grandma Stewart could see us, but we couldn't see her, but that wasn't to his liking either. Niland wanted to talk to Grandma Stewart, and he wasn't pleased with not being able to. Bee told him he could talk to her in his heart, and then he said, "I want to go to the highest mountain so I can see her in heaven!" Niland was mad at God and wanted him to know it! A few days later, Niland asked his mom if his Lola and Papa (Bee's parents) were old, meaning were they going to die. It's been a journey for Nate and Bee, exploring and explaining death to a boy who's heart broke for someone he loved even though he didn't know her very well.
Hearing these thoughts that had come from my grandson's heart touched us so deeply, and even now, brings me to tears. Death is never easy to understand for the young and often for the old. Mom said more than once that she thought God had forgotten about her. She was 90 years old when she passed into glory. We'd had to prepare ourselves for the moment she would leave us, but one is never fully prepared. Even as we left her on Christmas day back in her apartment and started to drive home, I said to Bob, "Thank God we had Christmas with her. We don't know if we'll have another." This wasn't prophetic but simply reality. Twelve hours later, she had the stroke that took her life.
As we go through our days, little things bring Mom to mind - seeing her pictures on our computer, finding a note she'd written, realizing we can't go see her, seeing a note Bob had written on a scrap of paper reminding him to purchase something Mom needed - and we're reminded of our own brevity of life and how precious is each day. Living causes pain in ultimate death, yet it is the cycle established by God, who knows our pain. We celebrate each new life added to our families and mourn the passing of others. Yet this life is not the end - it is the place where our future, eternal life is determined. We can't eliminate the pain our own deaths will bring our loved ones and friends, but we can soften our passing by giving our loved ones hope in our faith in Jesus Christ.
My daughter-in-law, Bee, came home after 11; Nate was still at the party as he was the guest of honor. We were glad to see her as we aren't used to staying up that late, and we had a 25-minute drive to go to get home. Before we left, Bee asked, "Did I tell you that Niland was asking for Grandma Stewart?"
That's Bob's mother, who passed away December 26.
"No, you didn't."
"Well, he said he wanted to see her, and when I told him that he couldn't because she was in heaven, he started crying."
Niland didn't get to see Mom very often; she was in assisted living, but every time we had a family gathering, we'd make sure she attended. And Christmas was no exception. Bob got Mom and we went to my daughter's house, and of course, Nate and Bee and the boys were there. I can still picture in my mind Bob's mother kissing Ian goodbye as she placed her hands on the sides of his face. Benny and Niland gave her hugs and kisses goodbye, too, not knowing that she would be dead in less than 24 hours. With the funeral held in Alabama because that's where Mom spent her years other than the last few, Nate and Bee did not attend, and nothing was said about Mom to the boys.
When Niland found out, Bee said, he demanded to see her right now. Bee explained that she'd gone to heaven, that we'd never be able to see her again until we get to heaven, and that she was living with God. Well, that only made Niland mad at God and disliking heaven. Bee further explained that Grandma Stewart could see us, but we couldn't see her, but that wasn't to his liking either. Niland wanted to talk to Grandma Stewart, and he wasn't pleased with not being able to. Bee told him he could talk to her in his heart, and then he said, "I want to go to the highest mountain so I can see her in heaven!" Niland was mad at God and wanted him to know it! A few days later, Niland asked his mom if his Lola and Papa (Bee's parents) were old, meaning were they going to die. It's been a journey for Nate and Bee, exploring and explaining death to a boy who's heart broke for someone he loved even though he didn't know her very well.
Hearing these thoughts that had come from my grandson's heart touched us so deeply, and even now, brings me to tears. Death is never easy to understand for the young and often for the old. Mom said more than once that she thought God had forgotten about her. She was 90 years old when she passed into glory. We'd had to prepare ourselves for the moment she would leave us, but one is never fully prepared. Even as we left her on Christmas day back in her apartment and started to drive home, I said to Bob, "Thank God we had Christmas with her. We don't know if we'll have another." This wasn't prophetic but simply reality. Twelve hours later, she had the stroke that took her life.
As we go through our days, little things bring Mom to mind - seeing her pictures on our computer, finding a note she'd written, realizing we can't go see her, seeing a note Bob had written on a scrap of paper reminding him to purchase something Mom needed - and we're reminded of our own brevity of life and how precious is each day. Living causes pain in ultimate death, yet it is the cycle established by God, who knows our pain. We celebrate each new life added to our families and mourn the passing of others. Yet this life is not the end - it is the place where our future, eternal life is determined. We can't eliminate the pain our own deaths will bring our loved ones and friends, but we can soften our passing by giving our loved ones hope in our faith in Jesus Christ.
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Getting There
Last Thursday, my appointment for the opportunity was changed due to scheduling conflicts, and I now have to wait until March 2! Oh, my patience is being sorely tested! But I'll eventually get there and will - God willing - be given the opportunity to impact lives.
Speaking of "getting there," I had an insight from God while praying last night. Here it is in a nutshell: When we travel, we use all sorts of gadgets and maps to get us to where we're going. If we have an address, we can literally receive step-by-step, turn-by-turn directions to take us there. Before the age of computers and satellites, we used good old maps, but when it came to getting to a particular street in an unfamiliar town, one had to have directions from a reliable source and, if those weren't available, one could always stop at a local gas station and ask for directions from the young men who used to pump gas. Nowadays, however, young men at gas stations neither pump gas nor give directions!
Just as maps, computers and technology get us to where we're going, God has given us a roadmap for life. It's called the Bible, His Word. Sadly, most people don't use it. They simply wander through life, thinking they can get to heaven (if they believe in heaven) by any route they choose and that all roads lead to heaven.
I'd never travel to a place without directions as to how to get there, but people travel through life, ignoring the only directions that are trustworthy.
Next time you turn on your Garmen, get directions from the internet, or pick up an old-fashioned map, think about what you're using for directions for life.
Speaking of "getting there," I had an insight from God while praying last night. Here it is in a nutshell: When we travel, we use all sorts of gadgets and maps to get us to where we're going. If we have an address, we can literally receive step-by-step, turn-by-turn directions to take us there. Before the age of computers and satellites, we used good old maps, but when it came to getting to a particular street in an unfamiliar town, one had to have directions from a reliable source and, if those weren't available, one could always stop at a local gas station and ask for directions from the young men who used to pump gas. Nowadays, however, young men at gas stations neither pump gas nor give directions!
Just as maps, computers and technology get us to where we're going, God has given us a roadmap for life. It's called the Bible, His Word. Sadly, most people don't use it. They simply wander through life, thinking they can get to heaven (if they believe in heaven) by any route they choose and that all roads lead to heaven.
I'd never travel to a place without directions as to how to get there, but people travel through life, ignoring the only directions that are trustworthy.
Next time you turn on your Garmen, get directions from the internet, or pick up an old-fashioned map, think about what you're using for directions for life.
Wednesday, February 13, 2013
Opportunity?
The days are creeping by, and I know it's because I'm eagerly awaiting the arrival of Monday, the day of possible opportunity! I've been so unfulfilled and discontent in my job for about a year. I don't feel as if I'm contributing to the positive in anyone's life. Rather, I'm counting the days until retirement because my job leaves me emtpy. I want to do something positive and something that really matters! The opportunity on Monday really matters and will offer me the chance to do what I feel I've been called to do. I don't want to share what it is at the moment, but it relates to the subject of my book "Amanda's Hope" yet won't have anything to do with the book. It will offer me the chance to impact young lives and lives of the unborn.
When I first saw this opportunity, I couldn't sleep I was so excited. It's definitely something I want to do, so the days are dragging very slowly until I can get in for my interview Monday afternoon. Above all, I want to do God's will, so if the opportunity is given to someone else, I'll accept it as such and continue to count down my days until retirement. However, if the opportunity is handed to me, I'll work as long as God wants me there.
For those of you who are praying people, please lift up my interview on Monday afternoon before God's throne. I'm beginning to despair of actually receiving the opportunity even as I believe I will get it. Such are the enemy's tactics! I can think of many reasons why I should receive this wonderful opportunity to serve, and yet I'm attacked with all the reasons why I should be disqualified. My faith is being assailed - please pray that I'll remain strong.
When I first saw this opportunity, I couldn't sleep I was so excited. It's definitely something I want to do, so the days are dragging very slowly until I can get in for my interview Monday afternoon. Above all, I want to do God's will, so if the opportunity is given to someone else, I'll accept it as such and continue to count down my days until retirement. However, if the opportunity is handed to me, I'll work as long as God wants me there.
For those of you who are praying people, please lift up my interview on Monday afternoon before God's throne. I'm beginning to despair of actually receiving the opportunity even as I believe I will get it. Such are the enemy's tactics! I can think of many reasons why I should receive this wonderful opportunity to serve, and yet I'm attacked with all the reasons why I should be disqualified. My faith is being assailed - please pray that I'll remain strong.
Sunday, February 10, 2013
Right and Wrong
It will take me a very long time to digest Bonhoeffer; actually, I don't think I will ever complete digest all he had to say in years far fewer than those I've already been granted. He, along with C.S. Lewis, were deep thinkers and propounded contradictions common to people world wide, delving into questions and clearly presenting thoughts which clearly set forth the truth. But what is truth? What is right? What is wrong? These questions have been debated through the centuries yet nothing seems to quiet the debate. Instead, each generation seemingly has its own beliefs as to what is right and what is wrong, filtered through their exposure to the Bible and/or other religious writings, including those of other faiths. This is done in an effort to make their lives more comfortable and to put the label of "right" on all of their choices.
Bonhoeffer taught that "apart from Jesus Christ, we cannot know what is right or do right. We must look to him in every situation. Only in him can the fathomless evil of the world be dealt a death blow." ("Bonhoeffer", Eric Metaxas, page 472, Thomas Nelson, Inc.) Bonhoeffer was living with the evil of National Socialism through the maniacal reign of Hitler; he was not living in society as you and I know it. Hitler proclaimed often that God had protected him from assination, that he knew that God was on his side because of that protection, and that God had ordained that he would reign for 1000 years. Hitler's view of right and wrong was diabolically opposed to Bonhoeffer's and most of the civilized world at that time. Through the ages people seeking power and wealth have done the same, only to ultimately be destroyed, as was Hitler.
God's Word tells us what is right and what is wrong. It does not change with the passing of time. God's Word is true, and his Word came to this earth in the form of Jesus Christ, fully God and fully man. Only in trusting in, relying on, and living life with Jesus are we able to do what is right in a world that is full of wrong. Sometimes doing right won't be easy, popular, or lucrative, but doing what is right in God's eyes is the only thing that has eternal value.
Bonhoeffer taught that "apart from Jesus Christ, we cannot know what is right or do right. We must look to him in every situation. Only in him can the fathomless evil of the world be dealt a death blow." ("Bonhoeffer", Eric Metaxas, page 472, Thomas Nelson, Inc.) Bonhoeffer was living with the evil of National Socialism through the maniacal reign of Hitler; he was not living in society as you and I know it. Hitler proclaimed often that God had protected him from assination, that he knew that God was on his side because of that protection, and that God had ordained that he would reign for 1000 years. Hitler's view of right and wrong was diabolically opposed to Bonhoeffer's and most of the civilized world at that time. Through the ages people seeking power and wealth have done the same, only to ultimately be destroyed, as was Hitler.
God's Word tells us what is right and what is wrong. It does not change with the passing of time. God's Word is true, and his Word came to this earth in the form of Jesus Christ, fully God and fully man. Only in trusting in, relying on, and living life with Jesus are we able to do what is right in a world that is full of wrong. Sometimes doing right won't be easy, popular, or lucrative, but doing what is right in God's eyes is the only thing that has eternal value.
Saturday, February 9, 2013
Ownership
Ah, ownership! We base our value on what we own, yet we really own nothing!
I've completed reading Bonhoeffer - a heavy, thought-provoking read indeed - so much to write after reading that - and have gone back to reading the works of C.S. Lewis. Currently I'm reading "The Screwtape Letters," a series of 'letters' from one demon to another concerning how to get and keep their subject from God or any knowledge of Him. C.S. Lewis has a flare for spiritual insight of ordinary life, and these letters are bursting with a stream of analogies, one of them being ownership, which caused me to really think.
People have a deep desire to possess things, be it homes, cars, clothes, furnishings, books, technology, pets, friends, spouses, and even other people, yet in reality we possess nothing, not even time. Yes, think about that. We get up in the morning, and most of us willingly go off to work and give 7 or 8 (sometimes more) hours of our day to our employer, but who gave the time to us? Can we absolutely 100% for certain tell our boss that we'll continue to give our time? Are we certain a week from now that time will be ours to give? In reality the answer is 'no' because all we have is the very second we are breathing, nothing more. Tomorrow isn't promised to anyone. Time comes from God and is His gift to us.
Further thoughts on ownership reveal even more disappointment. We think we own our houses, even when we pay off that mortgage, but we don't. If you don't pay your taxes, you can bet your bottom dollar that the house will be taken from you. And if you don't pay the mortgage payment every month, the house can be repossessed by the bank who does own it. Cars can be repossessed if not paid in full, and the threat of theft is always present, too, not to mention demolition of the car in an accident. No more car. Pets eventually die, friends move on or dessert us, spouses betray and often leave us - yet we claim ownership to all these things. People even try to own people by enslaving them and using them for sex and/or labor, but even that can be ended by the people escaping from their grasp or by them being rescued and freed. Besides, possessing someone's body is not equated with owning their spirits. There is nothing material in this world that we can take from it when we leave it. We didn't even have a say in when we were born and won't have a say (generally) in when we die.
Everything to which we claim 'ownership' in this life can be taken from us because we don't really own anything. God owns it all. "For every beast of the forest is mine, and the cattle on a thousand hills. I know all the birds of the mountains, and the wild beasts of the field are mine." Psalm 50:10-11.
God gives us everything to use while we live on the earth He created. "Then the Lord Good took the man and put him in the garden of Eden to tend and keep it." Genesis 2:15. To tend is to care for and nurture. I don't think God's hightest creation is taking very good care of the planet He created for our pleasurable and beneficial use.
Yet there is one thing that God gives us and which we can take with us; it is, in fact, the only thing of lasting value and the only thing we can truly own. It is a relationship with Himself. This is the only thing that will give our lives purpose and value, the only thing which has worth in the life to come, and the only thing which we can take with us. It is our key to eternal life with God in heaven.
What do you own?
I've completed reading Bonhoeffer - a heavy, thought-provoking read indeed - so much to write after reading that - and have gone back to reading the works of C.S. Lewis. Currently I'm reading "The Screwtape Letters," a series of 'letters' from one demon to another concerning how to get and keep their subject from God or any knowledge of Him. C.S. Lewis has a flare for spiritual insight of ordinary life, and these letters are bursting with a stream of analogies, one of them being ownership, which caused me to really think.
People have a deep desire to possess things, be it homes, cars, clothes, furnishings, books, technology, pets, friends, spouses, and even other people, yet in reality we possess nothing, not even time. Yes, think about that. We get up in the morning, and most of us willingly go off to work and give 7 or 8 (sometimes more) hours of our day to our employer, but who gave the time to us? Can we absolutely 100% for certain tell our boss that we'll continue to give our time? Are we certain a week from now that time will be ours to give? In reality the answer is 'no' because all we have is the very second we are breathing, nothing more. Tomorrow isn't promised to anyone. Time comes from God and is His gift to us.
Further thoughts on ownership reveal even more disappointment. We think we own our houses, even when we pay off that mortgage, but we don't. If you don't pay your taxes, you can bet your bottom dollar that the house will be taken from you. And if you don't pay the mortgage payment every month, the house can be repossessed by the bank who does own it. Cars can be repossessed if not paid in full, and the threat of theft is always present, too, not to mention demolition of the car in an accident. No more car. Pets eventually die, friends move on or dessert us, spouses betray and often leave us - yet we claim ownership to all these things. People even try to own people by enslaving them and using them for sex and/or labor, but even that can be ended by the people escaping from their grasp or by them being rescued and freed. Besides, possessing someone's body is not equated with owning their spirits. There is nothing material in this world that we can take from it when we leave it. We didn't even have a say in when we were born and won't have a say (generally) in when we die.
Everything to which we claim 'ownership' in this life can be taken from us because we don't really own anything. God owns it all. "For every beast of the forest is mine, and the cattle on a thousand hills. I know all the birds of the mountains, and the wild beasts of the field are mine." Psalm 50:10-11.
God gives us everything to use while we live on the earth He created. "Then the Lord Good took the man and put him in the garden of Eden to tend and keep it." Genesis 2:15. To tend is to care for and nurture. I don't think God's hightest creation is taking very good care of the planet He created for our pleasurable and beneficial use.
Yet there is one thing that God gives us and which we can take with us; it is, in fact, the only thing of lasting value and the only thing we can truly own. It is a relationship with Himself. This is the only thing that will give our lives purpose and value, the only thing which has worth in the life to come, and the only thing which we can take with us. It is our key to eternal life with God in heaven.
What do you own?
Monday, February 4, 2013
Dietrich Bonhoeffer
"Bonhoeffer" by Erick Metaxas is a page-turner, and it isn't even fiction - it's history. I've been captivated to the point of not wanting to put the book down in order to go to bed, captivated at the stellar integrity, extreme faith, perseverance, high intelligence, insight into human nature, and dedication to living a life pleasing to God that this man possessed.
Many probably have not heard of Bonhoeffer, but he's a World War II German who never fired a shot but who saved the lives of many. Beyond devouring the details of this extraordinary man's life and deep insight into God's Word, I've been made clearly aware of the truths about which he wrote prolifically and profoundly in teachings, sermons, and countless letters to those who knew him; most profoundly I've been made aware of my own lack of discipline and study of God's Word in my life.
Bonhoeffer saw the Germans and German Christians taken in by Hitler's promise of a return to glory of former days for Germany and did all he could to prevent it. Even now, I see that the enemy of our souls hasn't given up on destroying the Church, the body of Christ, and he never will. He simply changes tactics. Hitler's attack of the Church and the Jewish people eventually destroyed him, but the Church and the Jews still remain. Such brazen and brutal methods for destroying God's people, both Christian and Jewish, have now been replaced with more subtle methods, undermining the core beliefs of God's Word by eroding the very ground on which Christ's Church was built. Mushy, spineless faith is commonplace; deep thinking is unheard of. We are too busy, too captivated and enthralled by technology and entertainment to give thought to anything more than what's for dinner tonight or what movie we're going to see this weekend.
Bonhoeffer was a very deep theologically-minded man. He inspired countless people during his lifetime and, thanks to the skillful writing of Metaxas, he still inspires people today. His story reveals the struggles of the German Christians and those who opposed Hitler's rise to power; it's the personal history of Germany seen through the life of Bonhoeffer. I recommend it to anyone who has the desire to know God more deeply, to understand the struggles of the Church, to experience the fear of the German people during Hitler's reign of terror, and to be exposed to Bonhoeffer's theological studies and disciplines.
I've been devouring this story, this 572-page book (in a small font!) for over a week during my lunch hour at work, during breakfast at home, and in the evening. With about 120 pages left to read, I won't finish it tonight.
Bonhoeffer never lived to see his 40th birthday; he was executed by the Nazis two weeks before the Allied liberation. His life as pastor, prophet, martyr and spy had come to an end, yet I know that I will meet him someday.
Many probably have not heard of Bonhoeffer, but he's a World War II German who never fired a shot but who saved the lives of many. Beyond devouring the details of this extraordinary man's life and deep insight into God's Word, I've been made clearly aware of the truths about which he wrote prolifically and profoundly in teachings, sermons, and countless letters to those who knew him; most profoundly I've been made aware of my own lack of discipline and study of God's Word in my life.
Bonhoeffer saw the Germans and German Christians taken in by Hitler's promise of a return to glory of former days for Germany and did all he could to prevent it. Even now, I see that the enemy of our souls hasn't given up on destroying the Church, the body of Christ, and he never will. He simply changes tactics. Hitler's attack of the Church and the Jewish people eventually destroyed him, but the Church and the Jews still remain. Such brazen and brutal methods for destroying God's people, both Christian and Jewish, have now been replaced with more subtle methods, undermining the core beliefs of God's Word by eroding the very ground on which Christ's Church was built. Mushy, spineless faith is commonplace; deep thinking is unheard of. We are too busy, too captivated and enthralled by technology and entertainment to give thought to anything more than what's for dinner tonight or what movie we're going to see this weekend.
Bonhoeffer was a very deep theologically-minded man. He inspired countless people during his lifetime and, thanks to the skillful writing of Metaxas, he still inspires people today. His story reveals the struggles of the German Christians and those who opposed Hitler's rise to power; it's the personal history of Germany seen through the life of Bonhoeffer. I recommend it to anyone who has the desire to know God more deeply, to understand the struggles of the Church, to experience the fear of the German people during Hitler's reign of terror, and to be exposed to Bonhoeffer's theological studies and disciplines.
I've been devouring this story, this 572-page book (in a small font!) for over a week during my lunch hour at work, during breakfast at home, and in the evening. With about 120 pages left to read, I won't finish it tonight.
Bonhoeffer never lived to see his 40th birthday; he was executed by the Nazis two weeks before the Allied liberation. His life as pastor, prophet, martyr and spy had come to an end, yet I know that I will meet him someday.
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