I don’t know about you, but I finished Lent and went into Easter season this year just kind of wrung out. Perhaps the ever-mingled hope and apprehension around the pandemic, the vaccinations, police shootings, hope for accountability for one even in the midst of several more occurrences, and on and on. It’s all a lot, it’s been a lot, and all the “a lot…
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