COMMENTARY: Yearning on the everlasting arms

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(UNDATED) My father and I were eating lunch at Marquette Manor, the retirement center in Indianapolis where he has lived since my mother’s death five years ago. A friend walked up and put his hand on my father’s shoulder. The two began singing, my father on melody, his friend on harmony. They do this every […]

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