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Reflection on Romans 12: 3
Proper 16 year A
‘My son works on the bins,’ she said with great reluctance and a faint sense of shame.
She knew that others there had children with degrees, or who ran their own businesses, or who had achieved greatness in one form or another.
‘He was never very good at school, but he worked hard,’ and again that whisper of failure crept into her voice, as she looked at the people around her.
Hardly anyone spoke. But then came a voice from close at hand. ‘Well, I’m so grateful to the man who empties my bins. He knows I can’t manage to handle the...
Proper 16 year A
‘My son works on the bins,’ she said with great reluctance and a faint sense of shame.
She knew that others there had children with degrees, or who ran their own businesses, or who had achieved greatness in one form or another.
‘He was never very good at school, but he worked hard,’ and again that whisper of failure crept into her voice, as she looked at the people around her.
Hardly anyone spoke. But then came a voice from close at hand. ‘Well, I’m so grateful to the man who empties my bins. He knows I can’t manage to handle the...
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