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It isn't unusual mornings in my waking up process for things to come to mind that won't quit, that keep on keeping on and stand in the way of my going back to sleep. Over these ninety years I have left undone those things which I ought to have done, and I have done those things which I ought not to have done, and if I admit even one of them in the door to my drifting thoughts, they flood over me like an incoming tide and further sleep is not only impossible and I might as well get up and turn on the coffee; but if I do manage to fall asleep anyway, nightmarish dreams ruin any peace in my back-to-sleepness. Just so this morning, although this one was not in the nature of a there is no health in me, miserable offender, it kept me awake sufficient to throw in the towel and rise for my first mug of hot & black. Some forty-five years ago w hen I began studies at the Lutheran Theological Seminary, Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, my bishop (who made the arrangements for LTSG to admit...