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As I write those words, “Tonight we arrive in Magdala,” I cannot help but shiver, and it is not because of the cold stone on which I sit in this library.

I warm myself by thinking of the day you arrived in Magdala, Jesus, so many years later. From the start you did everything wrong.

From the beginning, Jesus, you broke all our rules, broke them open and savored their sweet juice.

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