I'm working with Nicodemus this afternoon. Musing on being born anew, from above. Then musing on being born the first time. We have absolutely nothing to do with being born the first time. Nothing at all. So, I wonder. If the circumstances of my conception had been slightly different--a different day, would I have been born? Am I purely random? What about my son? What if I'd not married his father? Just wondering--or wasting time I should be using writing a sermon.
It's my son's birthday today, too.
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