Heaven
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When I was a kid, maybe fourteen, I walked from my home to Maplewood, MO. It wasn’t far, just a couple of miles, but the walk was worth it. Tucked away between the bar on the corner (that had the best Polish sausage with Miracle Whip sandwiches ever – of which I could do a
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Christmas’s are a time to rejoice. The last several Christmas’s I saw a great deal to lament. Chuck, a friend who I valued as a brother, went to God’s keeping a cold Christmas morning. The following year, Bill was assigned to help guard the streets of Heaven with his newest commanding officer – Saint Michael.
The Linden Chronicles 