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Pastor's Column: Merry Christmas and Happy New Year

Every fall, long after the grass has turned brown, I get on my riding lawn mower to mulch all the leaves that have fallen to the ground. That image got me thinking about death — you know — how leaves are green and then they die. It’s kind of hard not to think about death when you are in the process of crunching through thousands of skeletons of what used to be supple green leaves that would wave gently in the wind.

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