And God Said, I'll Go There Myself (audio version)

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'Tis a little late in the day, but I'd like to offer a gift of one of my favorite holiday memories: the time I led a short Christmas play in a homeless shelter. I've posted the text of this story here before; last year Greg and I recorded it, and then I probably decided I didn't like hearing my own voice or something like that. 

This year, though, I was missing the story, and upon a second listen thought it ready to share. I hope you have a couple six minutes to listen and let me know what you think. Thanks to Greg for his audio handiwork.




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  1. shannonJanuary 9, 2013 at 5:52 PM

    ah man, that last line especially! and great editing with the music by greg. thanks so much for sharing. :)

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