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If faith was a place why did one spend all one's time wandering from that place?
Was it impossible to stand still?
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Faith like a voice of comfort came from the station. Like songs of praise that a grieving daughter played as she drove. God's voice was not doubtful at all, inherently it was free of doubt. The problem was the medium -- it was the dial that was the problem. It kept going off station. One had to hold it on station.
And this was hard!
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