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I lost my very best friend last night. Kent Bartholomew Mann. He was killed in a bicycling accident just a few hours after we’d been working together editing one of my books. For many years, he was a constant support and encouragement to me in my writing and my ministry, and the loss is much deeper than words can convey. I’m sharing this picture because it is of the gingerbread house he put together just a few years ago because he had always wanted to do one as a kid but never had. So in his mid-fifties, he decided it was time. For me, it represents so many of the positive things that were part of his character and personality.
I appreciate your prayers.

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