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The silence unnerved him as he sat wondering about the morning's sermon. After 22 years in the pulpit, he feared that his words no longer had the spark needed to shake his congregation towards a more dynamic faith. He stopped to look at his hands aching with the pangs of arthritis. With a sigh and a hope, he raised those hands towards the morning light as it filtered into the still room. His faith would hold his hand that day as he ascended the pulpit. He needed each morning to reawaken his vocation. Doubt would not darken his purpose.
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