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OFTEN we enter Lent with a sense of trepidation–a fear of the sacrifice of dying to self. I suppose it is how the grain feels as it is buried beneath the furrow, or the caterpillar as it is entombed by the cocoon, or the trout as it is encased beneath the winter ice. But how […]