I might have a foot already in stage five (at my age I should, but I'm a late bloomer) see: http://www.lifespirals.com/TheMindSpiral/Fowler/fowler.html
I may never get to sainthood - you need to look good in a nun's habit or a dhoti and I struggle to look good in jeans and a t-shirt. But I know who loves me.
Joy may come in the morning, but in my heart I want to see Grace. She's my kind of woman.
Bless you, Philip Yancey, wherever you are
Aroha from me to youse,
Dick Mystic
A dangerous lunch with a steaming mug of something overly sweet and a wrangle over prices when you go to pay the bill.
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