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Easter is almost upon us. And because it is that celebration of his vicarious Passion, death, and especially his Resurrection, I wanted to magnify the great purity of his Name. I want nothing to be in the way of that celebration. May the peace of Christ be your peace, be our peace. May you forgive my many faults. I release any anger I may have toward any of you. If you should never ask my forgiveness, no matter; I forbear it. I will suffer it. If you find that you cannot speak the words of our friendship in the Lord to my ears (for I do not deny my errors), then please pray for me, and perhaps the Lord will console me that we are not enemies. I admit that I have suffered in the knowledge that I cannot fix what has been broken, that indeed, my words are not heard. You are in my heart, even if you cannot say that I am in yours. I learned from sufferings long past that when we leave the land of the living, we lose the chance to say what we desire to say. Please hear this now: Because nothing good we ever have shared or could share comes apart from Christ, this good, our good, is his. This plea is from Him, and through Him, and to Him. For Jesus's sake I recall the joys forgotten. For his sake, I renounce the harm I caused. I only hope this affection that overshadows me now is not common, but divine. I do not believe that time is short, but it is not for us to say. I needed you to know.

Faithfully Yours,
Jason

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