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Family and Friends Issue 3
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Sending Messages into the Future
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Seizing Moments of Awe
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Daring to Sing
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Setting the Table at Koinonia Farm
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Discovering Reverence
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Schooling Me, the Surgeon
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Insights on Childhood
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What’s the Point of a Christian Education?
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Every Child Is a Thought of God
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Kindergartners Are Human Beings
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Charity Is No Substitute for Justice
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Digging Deeper: Issue 3
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Should Christians Abandon Public Schools?
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Why I Homeschool
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Why Dads Matter
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Jesus’ Surprising Family Values
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Letter from the Texas-Mexico Border
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Noah: A Wordless Story
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Reclaiming a Literary Giant
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Does ISIS Prove Nonviolence Wrong?
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Blood and Ink
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Dispatch from Ferguson
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Soldier of the Lamb: What I Learned from Larry
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This poem, written Christmas 1939, is from Water at the Roots: Poems and Insights of a Visionary Farmer.
We have not come like Eastern kings
With gifts upon the pommel lying.
Our hands are empty, and we came
Because we heard a baby crying.
We have not come like questing knights
With fiery swords and banners flying.
We heard a call and hurried here –
The call was like a baby crying.
But we have come with open hearts
From places where the torch is dying.
We seek a manger and a cross
Because we heard a baby crying.
Photograph by Bernice Tong
