For What It's Worth
Saturday, 17 March 2007
Indian Version
of the 23rd Psalm
The Great Father above is a Shepherd Chief.
I am His, and with Him I want not..
He throws out to me a rope and the name of the rope is love,
He draws me to where the grass is green and the waters not dangerous.
I eat and lie down satisfied.
Sometimes my heart is very weak and falls down, but He lifts it up again and draws me unto a good road.
His Name is Wonderful.
Sometimes, it may be very soon, it may be longer, it may be a long, long time,He will draw me into a place between mountains.
It is dark there, but I'll draw back not.
I'll be afraid not, for it is in there between the mountains that the Shepherd Chief will meet me.
There the hunger that I have felt in my heart all through this life will be satisfied.
Sometimes He makes the love rope into a whip but afterward He gives me a staff to lean on.
He spreads a table before me with all kinds of food.
He puts His hands upon my head and all the "tired" is gone.
My cup He fills 'til it runs over.
What I tell you is true. I lie not.
Those roads that are away will stay with me through this life, and afterwards
I will go to live in the Big Tepee and sit down with the Shepherd Chief forever.
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Singing With the Lutherans
by Garrison Keillor
I have made fun of Lutherans for years--who wouldn't if you lived in Minnesota? But I have also sung with the Lutherans and that is one of the main joys of life along with hot baths and fresh sweet corn.
We make fun of Lutherans for their blandness, their excessive calm, their fear of giving offense, their lack of speed and also for their secret fondness of macroni and cheese casserole. But nobody sings like them.
If you ask an audience in New York, a relatively Lutheranless place, to sing along on the chorus of Michael Row the Boat Ashore, they will look daggers at you as if you had asked them to strip to their underwear. But if you do this among Lutherans they'll smile and row that boat ashore and up onto the beach. And on down the road.
Lutherans are bred from childhood to sing in four-part harmony. It's a talent that comes from sitting on the lap of someone singing slto or tenor or bass and hearing the harmonic intervals by putting your little head against that person's rib cage.
It's natural for Lutherans to sing in harmony. We're too modest to be soloists, too wordly to sing in unison. When you're singing in the key of C and you slide into the A7th and D7th chords, it's an emotionally fulfilling moment.
I once sang the bass line of Children of the Heavenly Father in a room with about three thousand Lutherans in it, and when we finished, we all had tears in our eyes, partly from the promise that God will not forsake us, partly from the proximity of all those lovely voices.
By joining out harmony, we somehow promise that we will not forsake each other.
I do believe this: people, these Lutherans, who love to sing in four-part harmony are the sort of people you could call on when you're in deep distress.
> If you're dying they'll comfort you.
> If you're lonely, they'll talk to you.
> And if you're hungry, they'll give you tuna salad.
The following list was compiled by a 20th century Lutheran who observing other Lutherans wrote down exactly what he saw or heard.
> Lutherans believe in prayer, but would practically die if you ask them to pray out loud.
> Lutherans love to sing except when confronted with a new hymn or one with more than four stanzas.
> Lutherans beliveve their pastors witll visit them in the hospital even if they don't notify them that they are there.
> Lutherans usually follow the official liturgy and will feel it is their way of suffering for their sins.
> Lutherans believe in miracles and even expect miracles, especially during their stewardship visitation programs or when passing the plate.
> Lutherans feel that applauding for their children's choirs would make the kids too proud and conceited.
> Lutherans think that the Bible forbids them from crossing the aisle while passing the peace.
> Lutherans drink coffee as if it were the Third Sacrament.
> Some Lutherans still believe that an ELCA bride and an LCMS groom make for a mixed marriage.
> Lutherans feel guilty for not staying to help clean up the Fellowship Hall for their own wedding.
> Lutherans are willing to pay up to one dollar for any meal served at church.
> Lutherans think Garrison Keillor stories are totally factual.
> Lutherans still serve Jell-O in the proper liturgical colors of the season and think that peas in the tuna casserole adds too much color.
> Lutherans think that it is okay to poke fun at themselves and never take theselves too seriously.
YOU KNOW YOU'RE A LUTHERAN WHEN:
>It's 100 degrees in the shade with 100 percent humidity and you still have coffee after the service.
> You hear something really funny during the sermon and smile as loudly as you can.
> Donuts are a line item in the church budget just like coffee.
> The communion cabinet is open to all, but the coffee cabinet is locked up tight.
> All of your relatives graduated from a school named Concordia.
> When you watch a "Star Wars" movie and they say, 'May the Force be With you.' you respond, and also with you.
> You actually understand those folks from Lake Wobegon, Minnesota.
> It takes ten minutes to say goodbye.
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Thursday, 15 March 2007
A Dog's Plea
Treat me kindly, my beloved friend, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.
Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I might lick your hand between blows, your patience and your understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me learn.
Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when the sound of your footstep falls on my waiting ear.
Please take me inside when it is cold and wet, for I am a domesticated animal, no longer accustomed to bitter elements. I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth.
Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst.
Feed me clean food that I might stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life, should your life be in danger.
And, my friend, when I am very old, and I no longer enjoy good health, hearing and sight, do not make heroic efforts to keep me going. I am not having any fun.
Please see that my trusting life is taken gently. I shall leave this Earth knowing with the last breath I draw that my fate was always safest in your hands. --Beth Norman Harris
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Monday, 26 February 2007
PAUL HARVEY'S ON AIR PRAYER.. [a repentance prayer for Lent].
"Heavenly Father, we come before you today to ask your forgiveness and To seek your direction and guidance."
"We know Your Word says, "Woe to those who call evil good," but that is exactly what we have done.
We have lost our spiritual equilibrium and reversed our values.
We have exploited the poor and called it the lottery.
We have rewarded laziness and called it welfare.
We have killed our unborn and called it choice.
We have shot abortionists and called it justifiable.
We have neglected to discipline our children and called it building self-esteem.
We have abused power and called it politics.
We have coveted our neighbor's possessions and called it ambition
We have polluted the air with profanity and pornography and called it freedom of expression.
We have ridiculed the time-honored values of our forefathers and called it enlightenment.
Search us, Oh God, and know our hearts today; cleanse us from every sin and set us free. Amen!"
Commentator Paul Harvey aired this prayer on his radio program, "The Rest of the Story," and received a larger response to this program than any other he has ever aired.
With the Lord's help, may this prayer sweep over our nation and whole heartedly become our desire so that we again can Be called "One nation under God."
If comfortable for you, please pass this prayer on to your friends. "If you don't stand for something, you will fall for everything is one of Harvey's maxims that can be applied in this situation."
Think about this: If you forward this prayer to everyone on your
e-mail list, in less than 30 days it would be heard by The world.
ONE NATION UNDER GOD.
We must yet learn to let God be God; and that the ways of God are from God to man and NOT in the other direction. Create within us a clean heart, O God and restore a right spirit within us. Clothe us with your righteousness in the washing and regeneration of our Baptism.
Lord have mercy on us; Christ have mercy on us; Lord have mercy on us. Amen.
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Thursday, 22 February 2007
THE BASKET
For the word of God is living and active. Sharper than any double-edged sword, it penetrates even to dividing soul and spirit, joints and marrow; it judges the thoughts and attitudes of the heart. Nothing in all creation is hidden from God's sight. Everything is uncovered and laid bare before the eyes of him to whom we must give account. (Hebrews 4:12-13)
The story is told of an old man who lived on a farm in the mountains of eastern Kentucky with his young grandson. Each morning, Grandpa was up early sitting at the kitchen table reading from his old worn-out Bible. His grandson who wanted to be just like him tried to imitate him in any way he could.
One day the grandson asked, "Papa, I try to read the Bible just like you but I don''t understand it, and what I do understand I forget as soon as I close the book. What good does reading the Bible do?"
The Grandfather quietly turned from putting coal in the stove and said, "Take this coal basket down to the river and bring back a basket of water."
The boy did as he was told, even though all the water leaked out before he could get back to the house. The grandfather laughed and said, "You will have to move a little faster next time," and sent him back to the river with the basket to try again.
This time the boy ran faster, but again the basket was empty before he returned home. Out of breath, he told his grandfather that it was "impossible to carry water in a basket," and he went to get a bucket instead. The old man said, "I don''t want a bucket of water; I want a basket of water. You can do this. You''re just not trying hard enough," and he went out the door to watch the boy try again.
At this point, the boy knew it was impossible, but he wanted to show his grandfather that even if he ran as fast as he could, the water would leak out before he got far at all. The boy scooped the water and ran hard, but when he reached his grandfather the basket was again empty.
Out of breath, he said, "See Papa, it''s useless!"
"So you think it is useless?" The old man said, "Look at the basket." The boy looked at the basket and for the first time he realized that the basket looked different. Instead of a dirty old coal basket, it was clean! "Son, that''s what happens when you read the Bible. You might not understand or remember everything, but when you read it, it will change you from the inside out."
That is the work of God in our lives...To change us from the inside out and to slowly transform us into the image of His son. Take time to read a portion of God's Word each day.
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Wednesday, 21 February 2007
LEARNINGS FROM A DONKEY
One day a farmer's donkey fell down into a well. The animal cried piteously for hours as the farmer tried to figure out what to do.
Finally, he decided the animal was old, and the
well needed to be covered up anyway; it just wasn't worth it to retrieve the donkey.
He invited all his neighbors to come over and help him. They all grabbed a shovel and began
to shovel dirt into the well. At first, the donkey realized what was happening and cried horribly. Then, to everyone's amazement he quieted down.
A few shovel loads later, the farmer finally
looked down the well. He was astonished at what
he saw. With each shovel of dirt that hit his
back, the donkey was doing something amazing.
He would shake it off and take a step up.
As the farmer's neighbors continued to shovel
dirt on top of the animal, he would shake it off and take a step up.
Pretty soon, everyone was amazed as the donkey stepped up over the edge of the well and
happily trotted off!
Life is going to shovel dirt on you, all kinds of dirt. The trick to getting out of the well is to shake it off and take a step up. Each of our troubles is a steppingstone. We can get out of the deepest wells just by not stopping, never giving up! Shake it off and take a step up.
Remember the five simple rules to be happy:
Free your heart from hatred - Forgive.
Free your mind from worries - Most never happen.
Live simply and appreciate what you have.
Give more.
Expect less.
NOW ............Enough of that crap .
The donkey later came back
and bit the farmer who had tried to bury him.
The gash from the bite got infected and
the farmer eventually died in agony from septic shock.
MORAL FROM TODAY'S LESSON:
When you do something wrong, and try to
cover your ass, it always comes back to
bite you.
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Sunday, 18 February 2007
Streetcar Wall Update
The donor plaque for the Streetcar Wall project has now been installed at the site. Please stop by and see the finished plaque. Names on the plaque are based on information submitted with the donations. Thanks to Jerry and Hedy Ahlvers and all who helped with the completion of this project.
Streetcar Wall Project - Donor List
Streetcar Owners - $1000 and Over:
Richard Peters, Ward & Jean Ann Peters, Bill Strauss, Anonymous, Harry A. Koch, Mammel Foundation, M & J Foundation
Streetcar Conductors - $500 and Over:
Jana Prescott, William & Barbara Fitzgerald, David & Carol Van Metre, Mary & Tony Siena, Marcia & Bob Dwyer, Rick & Kim Shaneyfelt, Scott & Sandie Knudsen, Jane & Mark Baumann, Robert & Maureen Mayer, Fred Henninger
Streetcar Drivers - $250 and Over:
Robert & Robyn Freeman, Roger & Joyce Fitch, Angela Dermyer, Tom & Sue Weidner, Jan Buckingham & Lauren Ronald, Barney & Patty Deden, John & Hani Kenefick, George & Christine Greene, Karren & Gary Kerr, Pierre & Anna Lavedan, Marc & Joan Kraft, Harold & Marilyn Rock, Tom & Sally Marshall, Blaine & Noreen Ward, Vale & Peggy Sorensen, Wayne & Mary Lou Padrnos, Joan Gibson & Donald Wurster, The Festersen Family, Jude & Stan Lessmann, Hazel Burke Ruge, Dan & Marquetta Kinnamon, Tim Crowley & Celann LaGreca, Brian & Judy Mosher, Susan Buffet Foundation, Helen L. Houston, Tom & Sara McKeon, Mike & Cathy Collins, Kay & Bill Houston, Marty & Bob Myers, Dr Kit Walter, Charles C Coatney III & Michael Stenson, Jack & Anna Wightman, Paul R Moyer, Jim & Ruth Keene, Scott & Nancy Coatsworth, Jerry & Hedy Ahlvers, Scott & Trudy Darling, Fritz & Chris Hammans, Trent & Kendra Quinlan, Drs. Douglas & Tammy Ramos & Luke, Leon H. Rottmann, Mr. & Mrs W. H. Ferer, Cramer Kreski Designs, Nene & Jim Field, Michael Gorga & Pat Stelmachowicz, 5100 Block & Lafayette Ave, Pat Leuschen, Peter C. Morris M.D., Mike and Hoan Kelley, Monty & Nancy Mathews, James & Joanne Scott-Miller
Street Car Riders - Over $150:
William & Mary Fitzgerald, Hird Stryker, Deborah & Michael McLarney, Marie & Jack Kubat, James & Julie Anderson, Teresa Anderson, Jane Rumbaugh, Anonymous, Tal & Mary Joy Anderson, Corky & Eva Grimes Dale & Tina Broekemeier, Walt & Bonnie Gaebler, Michael & Susan Lawler, Greg Searson, John Wagner & Carolyn McNamara, Mark Hoeger & Jane Erdenberger, Dan & Susan Rock, Kathi & Alan Rowch, Lindsey Miller-Lerman, Holland Basham Architects, Barbara & Chuck Raffensperger, Laura & Ronads Schneider/Zaysoff, Joanne & Jerry Freeman, Michael Carstens, Sally Sweenie, Jim & Ann McGill, Penn Leary, Sally Barton, Pat & Bettie Denny, George & Margaret Johnson, Marion Smith Cooke, Mary Kay Ashford Anderson, Gary & Erin Wence, Scott & Mary Pat Paul, Eileen Lieben, Tim & Judy Keyser, Ralph & Jean Herrman, Betty Bredemeyer, George & Donna Blazek, Dr. Alfred & Shirley Brody, Howard Kennedy & Jeff Swartz, The Dick Duda Family, Joe & Cheryl Hazel,Bill & Linda Gorman, Stephen & Anne Lemon, Carol McBride Pirsch, Ellen Shurson, Jeanne & Carol Keller,Barb & Dan Scanlan, Vic & Linda Paul, George & Linda Stryker, Steve & Susie Kupka, Don & Rita Otis, Dr. & Mrs. Lewis J. Fisher, Jr., Sue & Don Schinzel, Bill & Carla Hanson, J. Metal-Corbin & D. Corbin, Lucy & Don Spielman, Jack & Rose Harwood, Nancy Wulf, Bob & Mary Kay Gerken, Patricia Muldoon, Stephen & Michele Kalhorn, Kathy & Warren Wood, Ed & Sandy Trandahl, Carolyn Jaworski & Lorray Smith, Jerome & Marion Smith, Dorothy McCoy Spellman, Richard & Connie Spellman, Bill & Kay Farrell, Judy Schweikart & Jim Green, Bill & Fran Schroen, Bob & Ginger Lanphier, Craig & Linda Clawson, Adam & Heike Langdon, Richard & Mary Lynn Super, Dorothy & Rol Otis, Malcolm & Beth Jackson, Merryellen & Les Schulz, John & Helen Burns, Jerry & Mary Mahoney, Jim & Tricia Elliston, John & Marcia O'Donovan, Don & Connie Osborne, AB's Dundee 66, Ed & Marty Weiss, Tony & Lauren Kincaid, Patty & Woody Bradford, Denvia Capozio & Edmund Laugel, Chris & BJ Reed, Manfred E Kreitstein, Richard Orr, Grandpas C's Mart, The Ducey Family, Jeanne & Joe Hauser, Sue Leuschen, Christine Tracey, Kristine Story, Jim & Carrie Conway, Darrell & Beth Metcalf, Don & Donna Rock, Sylvia R. Hannon, Cathie Adams & Liz Hartwick, David & Cathie Adams, Greg & Janie Mikuls, Dick & Mary Lynn Reiser, Dr. & Mrs Herbert A Hartman Jr. Tracy & Annette Dorheim, Barry & Paula Peters-Javadzadeh, Tom & Therese Rudersdorf, Kent & Marti Frazer, Jim & Patty Coyle, Mike & Mary Kay Wolf, Daniel M. Gustafson, Darin & Jennifer Taylor, Brian & Lifang Chiu, Francie & Larry Prier, Thomas J. Kenny, Dr. & Mrs Harold P. Kreski, Penny Steelman & Mary Gerant, Tim & Amy Gurtis, Scott & Gail Risch, Debra Romberger, Brian & Carey Hamilton, Chris & Jillyn Kratochvil, Cate Kratville, Buck & Lucy Larsen, Lorraine Giles, Rose Pitlor, George & Peggy Payne, Tom & Mary Jetton, Mike & Glenda Lanoha, Thomas R & Jennifer Pansing, Don & Kathy Tracy, Alma & W.J. Caddy, Emily & Phil Kemp, Jeff & Jenny Borrink, Alice & Michael Fleming, Joe & Suzanne Gross, Paul & Kay Bashus, 900-1100 Block Dillon Dr., Joel & Katie Guenther, The Russell Family, Jean Spielman Housh, Don, Melissa, & Soren Johnson, Anne & Scott Barker, James & Marilyn Peterson, Fred & Lynn Salzinger, Sandi & Bill Bruns, Jean M. Herman-Fehr, Tom & Terry Price, The Nichols Family, John & Carole Langan, Mama's Pizza Inc., Mary Green & Wally Thoreson, Norman & Judie Zinn, Dr Eric & Lisa Hodges, James Clark, Michael & Marianne Holland, Rick & Jennifer Bettger, Rae V. Selman, Richard J. O'Brien, Janet McCoy, Sonny & Nancy Hibbeler, Tom & Marylu Gouttierre, William & Jeanne Penry, Lee & Ellen Ehlers, Ellen Lett & Tom Mueller, Louis, Julie & Michael Linquata, Fern & Harry Watanabe, Marcus Ward, William & Dorothy Soukup, Pamela Tanous, Bob & Molly Atherton, Kristae Peterson, Todd Dinges, Jay D. Quick, Ron & Monica Scribner, Dan Jacques, Mike & Anne Boyle, Gail & Larry Cahill, Jr., Peter & Ellie Wolcott, Ann & Chuck Haller, Patrick & Patricia Vacha, Margaret Holdridge Erts, Jane & Anne Lieben, Rick & Ann Anderson, Bob & Esther Richards, Katharine E Couto, Duane Lundee & Pat Condon, Cynthia Hadsell, Bill & Ellen Wakefield, Mr & Mrs Robert W. Burkley, Aveva & Marty Shukert, Sione & Karen Heimuli
Streetcar Contributors:
Mike & Mary Kay Wolf, Robert & Patricia Snipp, Geri & Ira Trachtenbarg, Mick & Jean McCarthy, T.F.Naughtin, Jr. Jane & Richard Hadler, Gregory Gurnon, Fred & Margaret DeVore, Joan Bergquist, Mrs. Patrick J. McCarthy, Diane & Howard Ordway, Michael & Edith Godfrey, Jackie Halterman, Harry L. Freeman, Marian & Charles Warden, Zita Kohanek, Shirley B. Dayton, Zita Kohanek, Arlene Wittekind, James Goedert & Sherry Mead, Alice & Jim Lafferty, Richard & Michele Patterson.
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A Dog for Jesus
I wish someone had given Jesus a dog.
As loyal and loving as mine.
To sleep by His manger and gaze in His eyes
And adore Him for being divine.
As our Lord grew to manhood
His faithful dog would have followed Him all through the day.
While He preached to the crowds and made the sick well
And knelt in the garden to pray.
It is sad to remember that Christ went away.
To face death alone and apart.
With no tender dog following close behind,
To comfort its Master's Heart.
And when Jesus rose on that Easter morn,
How happy He would have been,
As His dog kissed His hand and barked its delight,
For The One who died for all men.
Well, the Lord has a dog now, I just sent Him mine,
My old pal so dear and special to me.
And I smile through my tears on these first days alone,
Knowing they're in eternity.
It’s Goodbye to dear Oskar Dog
May the Lord be with you dear friend.
You gave more in our short time together
Than most of us in our entire life times.
Day after day, the whole day through,
Wherever my road inclined,
Four feet said, "Wait, I'm coming with you!"
And trotted along behind.
Thanks and Honor to God for the gift of all dogs
And a very special thanks for you.
You were a gift from friends
And now, a gift back to our Maker.
[selected lines from Rudyard Kipling]
My faithful dog friend, Oskar, died on 12/08/06.
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Friday, 16 February 2007
REFUGE IN THE STORM
The Angel of the Lord encamps around those who fear Him, and He delivers them. Psalm 34:7.
One afternoon I sat in a little mountain cabin in the Appalachia of North Carolina; I was preparing for a seminar to be held out on The Cove; but I was also aware of a storm that was brewing in the area and that it was growing dark outside. The wind picked up, bending the trees double as it roared along the ridge like a jet plane flying terribly off course. Tree branches snapped under the strain, sounding as though some phantom hunter's shotgun was recklessly opening fire. When I got up to look out the window, I saw a grey curtain of clouds sweeping across the valley, and I knew that rain was coming. It did! Within moments the cabin was under a deluge that could be likened to perpendicular white water rapids.
As the storm unleashed in all of its fury outside the cabin, inside I was snuggled under a blanket, curled up in an easy chair beside a crackling fire, with a cup of hot coffee in my hand and an open Bible for my morning meditations on my lap. But first, I thanked God for a safe, dry, comfortable refuge from the storm.
But I thought then of other storms that rage---storms that suddenly burst into my life as a crisis or a disaster. Storms that build slowly until they seem to take over and consume and overwhelm.
> an unsettling doctor's report.
> the deteriorating health of a loved one.
> misunderstandings that wound.
> deafness that isolates and grows worse.
> worry that overwhelms.
> phone calls that erupt into confrontations.
> diagreements that lead to divisions.
> unmet wants to meet what I perceive as needs.
> headaches and heartaches and hearsay. The messages of Mrs. So-and-so that always seem to get back and on the day that I will interpret them to have been put into the pipeline---just for me.
> weakness and weariness and busyness that make me vulnerable to attacks of the enemy. And just last week I had renewed my personal strengths and vowed that it would never happen again---at least to me.
> and so many more.
But I have the assurance that I, too, can find hope and solace and refuge in my Lord and my Savior, Jesus Christ. Again and again and again, He will take me in. Sometimes in prayer and meditation on His Word. Sometimes through one of His Angels, a friend. And always, His Holy Spirit renews within me a right spirit---and on every day. And through His Word and Sacrament. He comforts me. I am secure under His wing. He has given me Hope in His Promise.
He is ... my healer in disease; my hope in death; my help in despair.
He is ... my provision in want; my peace in worry.
He is my shield from attack; my solace in grief; my shelter in danger.
He is my hiding place; my harbor; my high tower.
He is my anchor; my answer.
He is my fortress; my redeemer; my rock.
So I quietly bow my head and thank God again for being my refuge in the storm. For the storms in nature and for all of the storms of my life, He is indeed, my Rock.
For sin shall not be your Master, because you are not under the Law, but under Grace.
Romans 6:14
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Monday, 12 February 2007
Heart Attack
While visiting his niece, an elderly man had a heart attack. The woman drove wildly to get him to the emergency room.
After what seemed like a very long wait, the ER doctor appeared, wearing his scrubs and a long face.
Sadly, he said, "I'm afraid that your uncle's brain is dead, but his heart is still beating."
"Oh, dear," cried the woman, her hands clasped against her cheeks with shock... "we've never had a DEMOCRAT in the family before!"
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