-Theses 1-4, Martin Luther. I spent last week with the title to this post scrawled across my palm. Lord, help me remember.
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Upon arrival home from church today, I and the older four of my younger siblings were sitting in the car remarking on the quick melt of yesterday's snow. It is all gone except for one lonely, dirty lump in the middle of our yard - the boys made an impressive mound there yesterday so that when all the rest had melted, there would still be one lonely peak. Shortly thereafter Greg flung the car door open, announced "I'm thirsty!" and took off for the very dirty pile of snow (it was practically black). Several sisters made futile grabs for his jacket in an attempt to restrain but I fear they were unsuccessful. I did not stay to see whether he used the less-than-palatable means to quench his thirst or not.