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When I was a child, I found a robin's nest with eggs in it in the tiny woods in my backyard. My father instructed me not to touch it, but I couldn't resist. The eggs cracked and crumbled into a soupy mess. I had never felt so terrible in all my life. I had destroyed something beautiful.

I am in my 50s now, and I remember this feeling whenever my father instructs me in the ways of the world.
Those broken eggs pierced my heart. I have never bothered another nest, nor will I, for the rest of my life.

Is this feeling that I experienced what is missing from today's church?

For your consideration -

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