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Saturday, October 1, 2011
The Sixteenth Sunday After Pentecost
This week we hear Isaiah's love song [really?], Paul chest-thumps his way into humility, and Jesus employs yet another agricultural metaphor designed to hearten the faithful and terrify the complacent. All this plus whether or not to bury that guitar [actually, a vintage Fender Telecaster].
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