Sunday, January 30, 2011

Fourth Sunday

We haven't attended church since January 2, making this our fourth Sunday away. Don't worry--we're not apostate, nor are we disenchanted with our church. In fact, when our pastor and his wife called an hour ago to say how much they miss us, I felt a wave of homesickness. I long for church!

When I saw my doctor to follow up on my hospitalization for pneumonia this past August, she made it clear that she didn't want me out in cold weather, even to see her. (I'm not so sure John should be out either, actually.) So, until the mercury rises above 35, I'm consigned to our apartment building.

John's been out on errands twice since January 2, and after this last one, he returned looking very refreshed. I watched him unload a bag from CVS, proudly displaying his acquisitions. At that point, I could see the emotional benefits of simply changing scenery! Maybe physical benefits too. At any rate, he looked happy and rejuvenated, making me realize that getting out of the apartment really makes a huge difference.

Getting out is important, but even more important is worshiping with other Christians. Someone on Facebook recently commented to me that I don't need to go to a building to worship God, and (to an extent) I agree with that statement. Assuredly, I've been consistent in Bible reading/study and prayer, listening to Christian radio, downloading sermons from our church website, and letting the Lord deal with me to conform me to His holiness. But I'm missing, as is John, the connection with other Christians that Scripture says is so central to functioning in His kingdom.

Corporate worship allows Christ's body to identify its various members, seeing how each member functions uniquely. The woman who teaches pre-K Sunday School has served for over 30 years acquainting children with Bible stories. The man who plays hymns on his harmonica opens the building each Sunday, always eager to talk of God's goodness. The high school girl who puts together retreats for other teenage girls always astounds me with her love for Christ and her intense desire to see her friends get excited about Him. Our Associate Pastor's in-laws, who say little, silently sat in our living room last Sunday when we needed comfort.

There are many others in the church that deserve mention. Some serve quite visibly, leading praise songs, teaching Sunday School, or heading up high profile ministries such as Vacation Bible School and the Food Pantry. Others serve more quietly in the sound room, cleaning the toilets, or visiting the local nursing home. But we all fit together, united by our love for Jesus and our desire to proclaim Him to a world infected by sin. Our excitement for Him accelerates as we come together around His Word.

In short, we love and need each other.

This fourth Sunday away from church, I don't feel guilt for staying home. But I do feel a longing to be with our church family. And as I write this post, I'm thankful that the Lord is using this wretched winter to renew my appreciation for our church. Isn't He good?

Saturday, January 29, 2011

My Raggedy Ann Doll Needs To Get Busy

I'm posting this video despite it's one racist scene (that's just how people thought in 1944) because I'm longing for the sunshine. Overall, it's a sweet little story, and especially appropriate as Boston has already had 60 inches of snow since December (our seasonal average is 48), and another big storm threatens to arrive Wednesday.

Friday, January 28, 2011

So THAT'S What Happened!

Since moving to New England and acquainting myself with the theology of the Separatists and the Puritans, I've often wondered what happened to make this area so politically and (much more distressing) theologically liberal. Part of the answer appeared in my email this afternoon, as I clicked the following link:


Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Grumble, Grumble--Gripe, Gripe

Good attitudes fade fast after four weeks of relentless snowstorms, temperatures that stubbornly remain below 35 (I can't risk getting pneumonia by going out...even to church), and all the stuff going on that isn't suitable to be plastered all over the Internet. I thought the Lord had vanquished my negativity, but today self-pity calls to me. And, to be very honest, I really don't want to resist that temptation.

Of course, I will repent, whether I like it or not. I'll remember that Jesus purchased me for Himself when He died on the cross, therefore claiming the authority to govern even my private thoughts and attitudes. (Isn't that a graphic paraphrase of 1 Corinthians 6:20?) Deep down, I know I want to please Him, and ultimately I'll conform my will to His. How could I not choose to ignore my self-centered inclinations in favor of praising Him, even in my frustration and weariness?

My feelings fight against my faith, as they always do. But in my temper tantrum I remember that Jesus experienced that same battle in the Garden of Gethsemane (Mark 14:35-36). He obeyed His Father, despite knowing the deep physical and emotional pain He would endure. One of my memory passages says it all:

Therefore we also, since we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight and the sin which so easily ensnare us, and let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith, who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross, despising the shame, and has sat down at the right hand of the throne of God. ~~Hebrews 12:1-2

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Starting Now, Begun 40 Years Ago

On January 20th, 1971, Jesus opened my eyes to His incredible grace. Back in 2007, I shared my conversion story in the post, Personal Celebration, so there's no reason to type it out again. Instead, I have been surprised by the fact that my transformation into His image (2 Corinthians 3:18) is just beginning.

Only in the last couple years have I really latched on to the connection between the Holy Spirit and Scripture. I'd been looking for the Spirit to change me through baptized psychology, prayer experiences like "listening prayer," spiritual gifts, and all that goes with Charismatic evangelicalism. Oh, I loved the Bible, and believed I was quite grounded in it. But many times, I actually thought the words, "There's something more." Whatever that "something more" was, the Bible would verify it, but I often felt unsatisfied when I'd go to the Bible for if it placed limits on how the Holy Spirit could speak.

Paradoxically, I always felt uncomfortable with all the above-mentioned expressions of spiritually, wanting my relationship with the Lord to be biblical. It's hard to explain. I loved (and still love) my friends from the Charismatic church, but I never quite understood their talk of "feeling God's presence," "inner healing" and "intimacy with God." Occasionally, I claimed that He "spoke" to me, but clearly I didn't share their level of mysticism.  At times, I felt like a second-class Christian. Most of the time, however, I wondered if we exalted experiences with the Lord over Scripture. Psychology over Scripture. While sometimes hearing myself think that the Bible wasn't quite enough, I also kept feeling that my friends and were putting ourselves in danger of straying from it.

Complex, admittedly. It's so difficult to explain my struggles. Thirty-one years in a Charismatic fellowship, even staying with them for 12 years after rejecting their theology on spiritual gifts (they were still my spiritual family who knew and loved me), can't be accurately explained in a short blog post. Especially when I'm not certain what all those years meant. During all that  time, I pretty much regarded myself as a mature Christian.

But I never really saw much of the fruit of the Spirit (Galatians 5:22-23) in my life. I loved Jesus, and lived for Him as best I could, but never had much victory at controlling my anger or refraining from worry. When confronted, I'd mutter things about "needing my feelings validated," which usually got my critics to back away from confronting me. Actually, most of us seemed to change very little in regard to our struggles.

In the past couple years, I've developed two habits of Bible reading/study that have revolutionized my sensitivity to God's Spirit. Firstly, instead of reading until a passage "jumped out at me," I learned to focus on context. I've started taking notes as I read, tracing a progression of thought. Commentaries and word study dictionaries are helpful, but I read a variety of them, judging their merit by the context of the Bible as a whole. This practice takes time, making it hard to read more than a few verses a day, but it forces me to follow the progression of thought. Rather than isolating verses to fit my thoughts, I'm seeing what Moses, Paul and the other Biblical writers were really saying. As a result, I better understand what the Holy Spirit, who speaks through those men's words, is saying. The Bible isn't "just one of the ways God speaks." It's His Word, enlivened by the Holy Spirit, whom the Father has sent to teach us and remind us of all Jesus said to His disciples (John 14:26).

Secondly, I'm reading with the attitude that God is showing me His perspective with the purpose of changing my attitudes and behavior. He weans me from the values of a society that, at best, gives Him passing acknowledgment, transforming my attitude and conduct so that my life lines up with His values and priorities (Romans 12:2). Already, I'm seeing the beginnings of change in my ability to manage anger and worry. Not the maturity I'd like to have after forty years as a Christian, but evidence that I've finished wandering in the wilderness.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

The Bride''s Embossing

I figured out an embossing technique in Paint Shop Pro. Of course,  I couldn't leave well enough alone, so I added a texture and buttonized it. I used my PSPFamily username for the text, creating a signature tag for my posts.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Numbers Game

Yesterday, I looked at the weekly Theme Challenge in the PSPFamily forum. Those challenges generally are the only ones that I participate in because the other challenges involve using templates, masks or artwork by other people (who offer their artwork freely, asking only for their copyright notices to be included). Since I copyright most of my creations, however, it's important to me that all my elements are, indeed, mine

When I posted on the forum last month that I felt like the black sheep of PSPFamily, they recommended the Theme Challenge. I did two, and really enjoyed creating quick little things that helped me explore Paint Shop Pro a bit. But yesterday's challenge left me cold. It is simply: Numbers.

Numbers? What could I possibly do with that?

Psalm 90:12 prays for the Lord to teach us to "number" our days. What if, rather than creating a tag using arbitrary numbers, I made one quoting that verse?

Today, I looked at a blog by a woman who also uses Paint Shop Pro. This lady also makes greeting cards using a variety of media. I'm not sure what "Cuttlebug" is, but she used the technique to create an embossed card that inspired me to use Psalm 90:12 for this week's PSPFamily Theme Challenge.

I figured out an embossing technique, but it didn't create enough of a relief. (As I type, I'm thinking of other ideas that I'd like to try.) But I do like what happened with my tag:

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Reformed, But Baptist About Baptism

Kim, a dear friend and shining example of a Biblical Christian, commented on yesterday's post that she and her husband are also growing more toward Reformed theology, but can't embrace the practice of paedobaptism (infant baptism). When I wrote that I'm essentially a Puritan, I'd forgotten that most Reformed churches do baptize babies (a fact that shocks my husband, disappoints me, and puzzles both of us). Let me clarify, therefore, that I firmly believe baptism is for those who become believers upon understanding and making a commitment to the Gospel of Jesus Christ.

Baptism, in and of itself, saves no one. Instead, it is an ordinance symbolizing our identification with the Lord Jesus Christ. As He died for sin, so we go under the water to demonstrate our resolve to die to sin with the aid of the Holy Spirit. As He rose in victory over sin and death, so we rise from the water to symbolize our new way of living in Him. Babies can't make such a proclamation. So, based on the Biblical norm of baptism following conversion, infant baptism just doesn't make sense.

My parents had me "baptized" at age four. I remember asking my bemused godmother (whom, interestingly, I don't recall ever seeing after that day) if it would hurt like a shot from the doctor. Obviously, I had no idea what baptism represented. The ritual meant nothing, because I hadn't yet given my life to Christ.

As a 17 year old, I read the Bible and saw through it that I was trapped in sin, unworthy of spending eternity in heaven with God. I wanted to be with Him! Once I heard that He died to take the punishment for my sin, I agreed to give Him my life. A year later (almost to the day), I was baptized as a believer. That, rather than the empty ritual my parents initiated 13 years earlier, was my true baptism, for it publicly announced that I followed Jesus.

Reformed theology has many doctrines that I believe square with the clear teachings of the Bible. In those doctrines, I consider myself Reformed. But where baptism is concerned, I will always, without apology, be a Baptist. Kim may appreciate knowing that about me.

Friday, January 14, 2011

Puritan Confessions

As wonderful as Freedom Trail Walking Tours in Boston are, the guides almost invariably go out of their way to point out all the hypocrisies of 17th Century Puritans. Worse, they take such clear pleasure in doing so! One of them told me that he does it because customers find it entertaining, and was genuinely perplexed when I responded that the practice distresses me. "You must admit," he said, "they did some pretty despicable things."

Yes, the Salem Witch Trials! It's impossible to enjoy visiting Salem almost 400 years later without being constantly reminded of that terrible chapter in history. Worse yet, now Salem practically celebrates witchcraft as a desirable thing, and depicts the Puritans as being evil.

 But much of my theology comes from the same Reformed teaching that the Puritans held. I love my Baptist church, but lean more toward Calvinistic doctrine. Most Bible Commentaries I use are written by Puritans like John Gill and Matthew Henry. And John and I begin each morning listening to John MacArthur's Grace To You radio broadcast, which I heartily recommend.

Coming to Reformed Theology has been a bit like coming home for me. After 32 years in Pentecostal and Charismatic churches, where often I felt a disharmony between what people taught and what I saw in Scripture, at last some of my beliefs found confirmation! In essence, it seems, I am a Puritan. Who knew?

But the Salem Witch Trials continued to keep me from enjoying my spiritual heritage. Sadly, they happened, and (living in Eastern Massachusetts) I couldn't ignore that gruesome piece of history. Every Freedom Trail guide seemed more than eager to remind me of the injustices.

So today, I felt refreshed to open my email inbox today, which contained this week's Christian History newsletter. Today's articles included Fasting and Repentance for the Salem Witch Trials (it's short--please read it). I learned that on January 15, 1697, the Puritans recognized their sin and repented publicly! I'm delighted to read of their humility and obedience to receive correction from God's Word.

Shall I mention this next time I take a Freedom Trail walking tour?

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

My Public Displays

Writers and artists create their works for the purpose of display. That's not necessarily wrong. Actually, it would be rather silly to keep their talents private, using them for their own personal amusement. What if Jane Austen had never sent Pride and Prejudice to a publisher? Or what if Michelangelo had kept David hidden away in his Florentine basement?  

Yet, I struggle over keeping this blog, afraid that I'm using it to show off. All my life, I've craved attention and admiration, as if pleading with the world to look at all I can do even with a severe disability. I envy singers and actors, wishing I could be on stage, listening to the applause of an adoring audience. Humility, quite frankly, isn't a virtue I especially pursue, although it's something the Lord calls me to wear in my daily life.

Don't worry; I'm not abandoning this blog, nor am I giving up Paint Shop Pro. But I'm hoping both my writing and my art will increasingly draw attention to the Lord Jesus Christ, who gave me these abilities in the first place. I need to place myself behind Him, making sure He receives the attention, applause and admiration for the things He enables me to write and draw.

When I do things for His glory, I have more, not less, reason to display my work...the work He gives me to do!

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Making Snow Squares

PSPFamily, a Paint Shop Pro forum I frequent, has various activity challenges, so I thought I'd start trying some. One of this week's challenges was to do something with squares. Using a photo my PCA took after the blizzard two weeks ago, I came up with this:

Monday, January 10, 2011

Close Encounter In The Mousetrap

In 1995, my Personal Care Attendant, my close friend Rosa, Rosa's then 9-year-old daughter and I drove my minivan down from San Rafael, CA to Anaheim, CA for a five-day vacation at Disneyland. On the way down, I offered various opinions on some of Disney's animated characters. For instance, Grumpy (my favorite) is the only one of the Seven Dwarfs who has a transformation of attitude. And don't get me started on Snow White, Cinderella and Sleeping Beauty, all of whom knew zilch about the Prince Charmings they so ardently adored.

My feelings about Mickey Mouse shocked my companions (as they shock pretty much everyone). In short, I think he's conceited. Watch clips of him sometime--he chuckles with pride at himself in Steamboat Willie as he slacks off on his job, disrespects his boss and abuses other animals. And will he ever marry poor Minnie? (I'm not sure what she sees in him, actually.) So no, I'm not one of his biggest fans.

After we settled in our motel suite, a very eager 9-year old persuaded us to go to the park (we hadn't planned to go till the next morning). I don't remember what we did first, but as we sauntered down Main Street U.S.A., our little cherub spotted the Mouse himself (more accurately, of course, an actor inside a Mickey Mouse costume). Enraptured, she ran to him, with Rosa following. My PCA and I kept what we thought was a fair distance behind, wanting to watch the child enjoy herself.

She waited so patiently as he petted the other adoring children who clustered around him. I was proud of her patience. At last, the magic moment happened and he turned to her!

Alas, at that precise moment, the overgrown rodent noticed me. Or rather my tangled body, which quite  apparently suggested to him that I was mentally delayed. It was too late to thrust my wheelchair into high gear for a retreat--he'd already pushed Rosa's daughter aside and was moving toward me, signing "I love you!" My PCA started laughing at the irony of the situation, causing me to also laugh. Mickey must have indeed been as conceited as I'd earlier claimed him to be, for he obviously understood my laughter to be ecstasy at being in his presence. As he pulled me close, I smelled garlic on his breath. 

By that time, Rosa and her daughter were also laughing at the absurdity of the situation. After too many minutes of breathing garlic into my face and pressing me against his costume (which was starting to pill) I guess we satisfied him that he'd done his duty to make a poor crippled lady happy, because he finally turned to another group of children longing for his attention. (He never did acknowledge Rosa's daughter, which disgusted me).

Once our hysterics subsided, my PCA whispered in my ear, "You'll need counseling, you know!"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

Suppressing her giggles as best she could, she replied, "You've just been molested by Mickey Mouse!"

Garlic and all...

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Patterns Of Personal Decompression

Lately, I've been playing with Paint Shop Pro...sort of "decompressing" (if that's the right word for it) after doing the portrait of Betty. It's fun trying different techniques, and seeing what I can create. Okay, so I may never actually use what I design. Who cares? The process is relaxing, and I learn more about digital art. 

Anyway... This past week I needed something to keep me busy, without demanding much emotional or intellectual effort. So I fished through all the Paint Shop Pro websites I've bookmarked, not really sure what I wanted. (Hey...better than fishing through the refrigerator, right?) 

I sorted through several tutorials, most of which were too complicated, given my frame of mind. Finally, I found a tutorial on Marble Swirl patterns that looked fun. Here are two Marble Swirl patterns I made: 

And this is how I used them:

Friday, January 7, 2011

Such Insolence!

Today I read Genesis 4:1-9.

 1 Now Adam knew Eve his wife, and she conceived and bore Cain, and said, “I have acquired a man from the LORD.” 2 Then she bore again, this time his brother Abel. Now Abel was a keeper of sheep, but Cain was a tiller of the ground. 3 And in the process of time it came to pass that Cain brought an offering of the fruit of the ground to the LORD. 4 Abel also brought of the firstborn of his flock and of their fat. And the LORD respected Abel and his offering, 5 but He did not respect Cain and his offering. And Cain was very angry, and his countenance fell.
6 So the LORD said to Cain, “Why are you angry? And why has your countenance fallen? 7 If you do well, will you not be accepted? And if you do not do well, sin lies at the door. And its desire is for you, but you should rule over it.”
8 Now Cain talked with Abel his brother; and it came to pass, when they were in the field, that Cain rose up against Abel his brother and killed him.
9 Then the LORD said to Cain, “Where is Abel your brother?”
He said, “I do not know. Am I my brother’s keeper?”

I thought I'd share my notes from my journal rather than typing a separate post. So, although the observations on this passage are a little more scattered than my public writing generally is, I hope you'll catch the depth of conviction I experienced as I read this narrative:

January 7, 2011

Gen 4:1-9

Gen_4:1 --I skimmed Matthew Henry's notes, and he believes Cain was Eve's firstborn. I'm not sure. Her first son, yes...indicated by her comment, "With the help of the LORD I have brought forth a man."

Gen_4:2-5 --Each son brought the LORD offerings, but Abel offered the first and the choicest part from his trade; Cain merely offered some. Am I giving God my best, or just my "leftovers?" Today, I spent over 90 minutes playing with Paint Shop Pro when I should have been in God's Word, offering my day to Him, and I believe I displeased Him. The Lord wants more than my spare time. He shouldn't be squeezed in between my leisure activities. I need Abel's attitude of giving God my best!

Gen_4:6-7 --God tells Cain not to be angry with His judgments, but instead to master the very temptation that seeks to control him. Cain had the ability to please God, and God even gave him counsel on how to do so.

Gen_4:8 --Cain ignored God's counsel, instead dealing with Abel's righteousness (which served as a contrast to his unrighteousness) by killing him. Cain was determined to serve God on his terms, attempting to force God to accept his offering by eliminating the "competition." People who want God to accommodate their lowered standards usually persecute those who choose God's terms.

Gen_4:9 --When God confronted Cain, he deflected. As I read this passage, I'm amazed and shocked by Cain's resolute insolence. He had no fear of God, even though he obviously had a relationship with Him. This reminds me that a person can understand God and know His will, but still choose his own way.

Please don't let me be as hard-hearted as Cain!

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Bringing Faith Into The Pain

At this time, sharing the specifics would violate privacy, so I'll simply say we're going through a very serious family crisis right now.

I'm not too surprised, actually. Sunday, both Adult Sunday School and the sermon dealt with aspects of suffering, which made me wonder if the Lord was preparing us for a trial. After we got the phone call at suppertime last night, I thought back to both teachings. How kind of the Lord to remind us that we can have joy even  in deep pain and that God is still with us as we struggle through hard times.

We don't want this situation. We're scared, and worried, and full of sadness. Yet we know the Lord is with us, caring for everyone involved (whether  they acknowledge Him or not). We cling to Him, finding reason to thank Him. I'd prefer, frankly, not to have this happen, but in the midst of it I'm seeing God's grace to show us His presence, and His faithfulness to provide for us. And, by focusing on Him, the pain really is easier to bear.

Monday, January 3, 2011

The Tree Is Undecorated

Today, we took the ornaments off our Christmas tree, packing them into a box marked "Christmas." Tomorrow, Lord willing, we'll put the tree in a large garbage bag and get it out to our building's dumpster. As I type, I'm enjoying the last smells of pine needles, feeling a bit sad that we have to dispose of the tree.

Christmas is over, and now winter stretches three cold, snowy months before us. Will we get into Boston? Maybe to the Museum Of Fine Arts, if we get a day with highs in the 40s. But going downtown is very unlikely. Now that all the Christmas activities are over, the weeks seem long and uneventful. It's the same sadness as taking down the Christmas tree.

But not for me. The long winter, for me, offers time to be creative. I have a video-montage project that I've been planning for at least nine months. I need to comb through folders of John's photos on my computer and consolidate the ones for this montage. That job should keep me busy.

I put Kindle for PC on my computer about a month ago, since reading on my computer is easier for me than turning pages in a conventional book. I've already read Pollyanna Grows Up by Eleanor H, Porter (which I loved for its scenes of early 20th Century Boston), and I'm currently reading Right Thinking in a World Gone Wrong, edited by John MacArthur. I have several other ebooks downloaded. And, for days when I'm up to turning pages, I have an autographed copy of Frank Worthen's autobiography, Destiny Bridge, waiting for my attention.

Then, most exciting, there's reading the blogs I follow and writing this blog. I'm looking forward to exchanging ideas with fellow bloggers, learning from them and developing as a writer. I'm reading more blogs lately by Christians who embrace Reformed Theology, and I'm learning so much from them! My hope is that blogging will (in addition to helping me develop my creativity) draw me closer to Jesus.

So, my undecorated Christmas tree reminds me of the full, creative winter awaiting me. The sad feelings give way to the delicious exhilaration of anticipation, and I'm thrilled. Anyway, next December I'll smell pine needles again.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

But God

Who doesn't cling to 1 Corinthians 10:13?

No temptation has overtaken you except such as is common to man; but God is faithful, who will not allow you to be tempted beyond what you are able, but with the temptation will also make the way of escape, that you may be able to bear it.

I mentally quote it often, reminding myself that sin is not inevitable. Although temptation may seem overwhelming, and even irresistible, there's always a way to walk away from it. So, over the years, I've used this verse to emphasize to both myself and others the importance of personal responsibility. If God makes the "way of escape," we must be obedient to take it. If you're tempted, for example, by online porn, get involved with Christian websites or turn off your computer. If you get sucked into  gossip, change the subject or walk away. If you struggle with alcohol, for heaven's sake, don't go to bars.

And it's good to act responsibly. In thinking about this verse lately, however, that pivotal phrase, "but God," has increasingly commanded my attention. It makes me wonder if I'm placing more attention on how I behave during temptation than I am on God's faithfulness and provision. Am I trusting in my supposed moral strength? Well...actually, yes.

In reality, however, I'm not at all able to resist sin. At least, not in my own strength. But God is the Faithful Savior, who empowers me to obey Him through His Holy Spirit. When my eyes remain on Him, I more easily see the escape plan He provides to carry me through any given temptation. He stands with me, giving me His strength. And I'm so glad the burden rests with Him!

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Off To A Rousing Start

At 6:30 this morning, our building's fire alarm went off. Thankfully, it was a false alarm, but a most distasteful start to the New Year (especially since I'd been looking forward to sleeping till 8:00). As we wondered if there was actually a fire, we worried about losing our wheelchairs, and if John would be hospitalized till he could get ventilators. Well, okay...I worried. 

In all of it, the Lord reminded me of how much John means to me. I hate the thought of being separated from him. I held his hand a little tighter, knowing I treasure him above anything on earth. As annoying as being awakened on New Year's Day is, I'm grateful to be reminded of how much I love my husband!


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