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This Is Us: The Tale of Tamar
I keep being drawn to this text over and over again. I can’t be released from it because Tamar keeps waking me up in the middle of the night. She keeps speaking to me saying, “Tell my story.”
Because there are those who are still shackled and wearing sackcloth and ashes. I know they may wear their best when they come to church, but underneath the best is sackcloth and ashes.