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A thousand strands of time-each with its own collection of sights, smells and sounds-spin themselves to form it, this thing called place. When we're most troubled, our souls tend to find some way to carry us back to it. Those thousand strands-moments, we call them-form a tapestry of remembrance that serves as an anchor to our soul.

Long-time readers of Madetomatter know evangelical Christians in China have grown to the second largest audience for the devotional and website, and it's expected Beijing will replace Los Angeles sometime this year as the city with the most regular visitors to Madetomatter's devotional pages. Now Madetomatter's staff will be traveling to China as part of the Theology of Work Project. Read more by clicking here.
The keeper of the light, officially, that cold January night in 1856 was Samuel Burgess. But lighthouse keepers in the early days of the American republic often held two jobs, and Keeper Burgess found it necessary to chase lobsters to feed his family. This meant the keeper of the light, in fact, that cold January night was 17-year-old Abbie Burgess, the keeper's oldest daughter.
He meant well, this pastor trying to ease the pain of a stranger, but he was too young to have learned the "dos" and "don'ts" of comfort-giving. So this particular patient shifted in his bed uncomfortably while the pastor tried to teach him that other people had troubles worse than his, so "he should draw comfort from that, at least."
Two years after he was beheaded, American missionary John Willfinger saved the lives of nine American airmen shot down by the Japanese in WWII..



The whole world stopped, or so it seemed in that instant, to watch this woman throwing things at me in the grocery store. She screamed and cursed and cried as she vented in rage, and nothing I said sank in or slowed down the torrent. Eventually she did stop throwing things, but the yelling continued. She was telling everyone-at the top of her lungs-how I'd just fired her husband at Christmas and now she couldn't even buy groceries for her children.
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