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March 14 12:43 PM

TALKING POINTS

I linger over a moment of bee philosophy. When I die, or when Christ returns, where and how will He find me? There are some bees called drones, who have no stingers and produce no honey. They just hang around, mostly, and get in the way. In hard times, the workers let them starve to death, and I for one don’t blame them.
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