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December 21, 2014

"Ye are the salt of the earth; but if the salt have lost his savour, wherewith shall it be salted?

It is thenceforth good for nothing, but to be cast out, and to be trodden under foot of men. Ye are the light of the world. A city that is set on an hill cannot be hid. Neither do men light a candle, and put it under a bushel, but on a candlestick, and it giveth light unto all that are in the house. Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven."
He put the children to bed, to dream of the morning. His wife kissed him, said only "good night" to me, and went upstairs. We sat for a long moment by the fire, the soft gentle sucking sound of the logs being consumed audible now that the children were gone. The fire was reflected in the ornaments on the tree. The mantel clock banged through the seconds. Sippican Cottage: I Want The Old Testament

Posted by gerardvanderleun at December 21, 2014 5:36 PM. This is an entry on the sideblog of American Digest: Check it out.

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This story could have been written about me. Cold and stark but with the warm glow of Hope.
Sippican has a remarkable talent, to write as if he was sitting next to you just talking. Familiar.

It has been twenty-eight years for me. The bad days I have now are better than the good days I used to have.

"Let your light so shine before men, that they may see your good works, and glorify your Father which is in heaven."

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