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Important events in my life rarely arrived with noise. They came quietly, almost unnoticed at first. Only later did I understand their weight. This one came the same way. For months I had been reading the Bible in English, meeting weekly with Matthew and slowly working through the text. At first it was simply information. History. Commands. Narratives that felt distant from the life I had lived. But over time something changed. The text began to move closer. What had once sounded like stories about other people began to sound like instructions that concerned me. One evening I was alone in the apartment. My wife was away on a business trip. The room was quiet, the kind of quiet that follows a long day when the city itself begins to settle. I had been reading again.

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