As I grew older I began to recognize the telephone as an honorary door in our house. We were never allowed to answer it, I don’t think I knew our telephone number until I went off to college and was instructed to give ‘three rings’ when I’d arrived safely.
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Knocking…
As an obedient daughter I heeded my mother’s warning never to answer the door. This is sound advice for a youngster in London, but no good for an aspiring Christian.
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My elderly uncle, brother of my late father, was visiting. We talked about family, naturally, he is the oldest living…