My first response was one of indignation. More immoral behavior by people in the public sphere. It was another sign of decay in our cultural mores.
As more information leaked, I felt like I was watching a Junior High romantic triangle unfold before my eyes. Although it was more complicated than things are in Junior High. Paula Broadwell, a married, 40 year old West Point graduate with an advanced degree from Harvard and who is working on a PhD from King’s College in London, England, had an extra marital affair with General David Petraeus, Director of the CIA. She suspected that Jill Kelley, a socialite from Tampa, Florida, was doing the same and Broadwell had written numerous emails accusing Kelley of being inappropriate with General Petraeus. I am not sure exactly what the content of the emails may have been. Maybe something like, “Keep away from my man. I was having an affair with him first!” Reports of the content of the emails was “cat fight kind of stuff.”
Seriously? Grown, mature women in a Junior High like cat-fight over a married man?
If it wasn’t so sad, it would be laughable.
Much of the reporting has been over the concern whether or not the security of the United States had been compromised.
After a while, I began to reflect differently. A 60 year old highly educated, highly decorated and highly respected career military leader had an inappropriate relationship with a 40 year old highly educated, high achieving, respected woman, who in turn wrote threatening emails to another woman. How does this happen?
Television programs began trotting out psychologists and counselors all offering their theories of what leads to this kind of thing. Power, invincibility, ego needs, and thrill seeking are all offered as reasons. I listened with interest.
Then I began to personalize the whole situation. Am I sure I would never do anything like this? I bet David Petraeus thought that was the case before it happened to him. Intelligence, education, achievement and high moral standards are not assurances against lapses in judgment and immorality. The bible is full of people who engaged in similar behavior. David is the most obvious example. His personal byline in scripture is that he had a “heart for God.” He still failed morally.
We all need to be aware that we are vulnerable to this kind of behavior and should never be naive enough to believe “this could never happen to me.”
Once I got over my “moral outrage” and my cynicism about “Junior High” behavior by mature, educated and successful people, I had to look in the mirror and say, “God help me. Protect me, O Lord, from walking down that path, and deliver me from the illusion that I might be immune.”
It could happen to anyone, including us!
Friday, November 16, 2012
Thursday, November 8, 2012
Embarrassment
They were in the church lobby when I arrived at 7:45 a.m. to prepare for our 8:55 service. They had been picked up about 7:00 a.m. to make the trip to our church. As I walked in they greeted me with warm smiles and great enthusiasm. Apparently they were all morning people. They were excited about being here.
They were going to assist in leading in our worship service. They would be helping to lead singing, and in prayer. They would participate in both of our morning services which means they would be with us until 12:15 p.m. None of them complained about the amount of time, about how they would participate, about sitting through two complete services, or about the hour gap between services. They were models of “unbridled joy.”
As they appeared on the platform there was nothing conformist about their attire. It ranged from suits and ties to jeans and a tee shirt for men. From dresses to jeans and a tee shirt for women. They were not professional singers. As a matter of fact they had a hard time keeping the rhythm of the songs and many sang off key. But they all sang with enthusiasm and loudly. They were “making a joyful noise”, and that’s all they seemed to care about.
When they returned to their seats in the midst of our congregants for the rest of the service they paid rapt attention. They applauded with enthusiasm during certain elements. When my colleague, Gregg, delivered the message they listened to every word, shouted “Amen” appropriately, and answered questions he posed to them as he spoke. They were fully engaged and locked in during both services. Gregg was inspired and encouraged by their interaction.
Their enthusiasm and participation were contagious. They inspired our congregation. At the close of the service they led a song where we were encouraged to hold hands with people and lift them to the heavens at a certain point. No one balked at participating.
Our guest leaders that day in worship were from Elim Christian Services. They were adults with a variety of special needs, some severe and profound. They love God and they love to worship. They were not concerned with what anyone else thought about how they dressed, or how they sang, or what they said during the service. The whole experience was delightful and instructive.
Too often I, and others, worry too much about what others will think of me, even in worship. What will they think if I raise my hands during a song, or shout amen, or applaud enthusiastically for God? Periodically over the years I have had the opportunity to sit with my family during a worship service and my kids were always a little embarrassed by my loud singing and participation. I let their embarrassment dampen my enthusiasm.
I have had people say to me, “I wanted to shout ‘Amen,’ when you made this point in your message, but I didn’t because I was afraid of what others might think.”
The Psalms encourage us to “shout to the Lord,” “clap our hands,” and to “lift our hands.”
I am embarrassed by my embarrassment. I learned a lot from my friends at Elim Christian Services. But the most important thing I was reminded of was to care less about what other people think and worship with “unbridled joy.”
They were going to assist in leading in our worship service. They would be helping to lead singing, and in prayer. They would participate in both of our morning services which means they would be with us until 12:15 p.m. None of them complained about the amount of time, about how they would participate, about sitting through two complete services, or about the hour gap between services. They were models of “unbridled joy.”
As they appeared on the platform there was nothing conformist about their attire. It ranged from suits and ties to jeans and a tee shirt for men. From dresses to jeans and a tee shirt for women. They were not professional singers. As a matter of fact they had a hard time keeping the rhythm of the songs and many sang off key. But they all sang with enthusiasm and loudly. They were “making a joyful noise”, and that’s all they seemed to care about.
When they returned to their seats in the midst of our congregants for the rest of the service they paid rapt attention. They applauded with enthusiasm during certain elements. When my colleague, Gregg, delivered the message they listened to every word, shouted “Amen” appropriately, and answered questions he posed to them as he spoke. They were fully engaged and locked in during both services. Gregg was inspired and encouraged by their interaction.
Their enthusiasm and participation were contagious. They inspired our congregation. At the close of the service they led a song where we were encouraged to hold hands with people and lift them to the heavens at a certain point. No one balked at participating.
Our guest leaders that day in worship were from Elim Christian Services. They were adults with a variety of special needs, some severe and profound. They love God and they love to worship. They were not concerned with what anyone else thought about how they dressed, or how they sang, or what they said during the service. The whole experience was delightful and instructive.
Too often I, and others, worry too much about what others will think of me, even in worship. What will they think if I raise my hands during a song, or shout amen, or applaud enthusiastically for God? Periodically over the years I have had the opportunity to sit with my family during a worship service and my kids were always a little embarrassed by my loud singing and participation. I let their embarrassment dampen my enthusiasm.
I have had people say to me, “I wanted to shout ‘Amen,’ when you made this point in your message, but I didn’t because I was afraid of what others might think.”
The Psalms encourage us to “shout to the Lord,” “clap our hands,” and to “lift our hands.”
“Praise him with the sounding trumpet, praise him with the harp and lyre, praise him with tambourine and dancing, praise him with strings and flute, praise him with the clash of cymbals, praise him with resounding cymbals.” (Psalm 150:3-5)
I am embarrassed by my embarrassment. I learned a lot from my friends at Elim Christian Services. But the most important thing I was reminded of was to care less about what other people think and worship with “unbridled joy.”
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Thursday, November 1, 2012
Current Events
This week two current events weigh on my heart and on my mind.
THE HURRICANE
All of us have been stunned by the pictures and video that have been published of the damage from Hurricane Sandy. The satellite images helped me to understand the widespread nature of the storm. We felt some minor effects in Chicago.
The images of entire towns wiped out, fires burning, waist high water in Brooklyn and Lower Manhattan, water cascading down the stairs that lead to subways and trains, terminals flooded, and airport runways completely covered with water, were astounding.
Water damage is horrible. We had two water damage issues in our house in Traverse City. Getting rid of the water and dampness, assessing the extent of the damage and concern about future mold weighed on our mind. But our water issues were trivial. As I looked at the pictures of the damage out east I wondered, “Where do you start?”
In moments like these we are reminded that we are part of a nation of people. We are connected to others. When one suffers, we all suffer. Relief efforts began immediately. People who work on infrastructure in Illinois have gone east, the Red Cross was on site promptly, and other organizations began to take action. However, there is a sense in which we feel helpless individually to be able to offer any assistance.
Our denomination, the Christian Reformed Church of North American, is combining efforts with the Reformed Church World Service and assisting in relief efforts. Our Deacons have initiated a special offering for these efforts which will be collected over the next week. It doesn’t seem like much, but it is something, combined with prayer that can make a difference.
As Christ followers we want to respond to those who are in need.
THE ELECTION
On Tuesday, November 6, we will have the opportunity to participate in the democratic process. I would encourage everyone to participate. In years in which there is a presidential election, just over 50% of the voting age population participates in the election. That is disturbing, but it is also an indicator of what happens in a democratic society where we take elections for granted. It has been a part of our nation for so long we become apathetic.
The most common comment that I hear about this year’s election is, “I can’t wait until it’s over.” People are tired of political ads, candidate accusations, and mud-slinging.
But we get to vote. It is an honor, a privilege and a responsibility.
As Christ followers we have a responsibility to be informed, to vote for candidates who will best serve our nation and God’s broad vision for life, and to participate.
Celebrate the end of campaign season by voting.
THE HURRICANE
All of us have been stunned by the pictures and video that have been published of the damage from Hurricane Sandy. The satellite images helped me to understand the widespread nature of the storm. We felt some minor effects in Chicago.
The images of entire towns wiped out, fires burning, waist high water in Brooklyn and Lower Manhattan, water cascading down the stairs that lead to subways and trains, terminals flooded, and airport runways completely covered with water, were astounding.
Water damage is horrible. We had two water damage issues in our house in Traverse City. Getting rid of the water and dampness, assessing the extent of the damage and concern about future mold weighed on our mind. But our water issues were trivial. As I looked at the pictures of the damage out east I wondered, “Where do you start?”
In moments like these we are reminded that we are part of a nation of people. We are connected to others. When one suffers, we all suffer. Relief efforts began immediately. People who work on infrastructure in Illinois have gone east, the Red Cross was on site promptly, and other organizations began to take action. However, there is a sense in which we feel helpless individually to be able to offer any assistance.
Our denomination, the Christian Reformed Church of North American, is combining efforts with the Reformed Church World Service and assisting in relief efforts. Our Deacons have initiated a special offering for these efforts which will be collected over the next week. It doesn’t seem like much, but it is something, combined with prayer that can make a difference.
As Christ followers we want to respond to those who are in need.
THE ELECTION
On Tuesday, November 6, we will have the opportunity to participate in the democratic process. I would encourage everyone to participate. In years in which there is a presidential election, just over 50% of the voting age population participates in the election. That is disturbing, but it is also an indicator of what happens in a democratic society where we take elections for granted. It has been a part of our nation for so long we become apathetic.
The most common comment that I hear about this year’s election is, “I can’t wait until it’s over.” People are tired of political ads, candidate accusations, and mud-slinging.
But we get to vote. It is an honor, a privilege and a responsibility.
As Christ followers we have a responsibility to be informed, to vote for candidates who will best serve our nation and God’s broad vision for life, and to participate.
Celebrate the end of campaign season by voting.
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Thursday, October 25, 2012
Hero
I was a hero this week!
Well, at least that is what she said.
It poured rain for about 15 minutes and a section of our street was flooded with water moving up people’s driveways near their garage doors. I arrived at home at the same time the mother of my neighbor was arriving for a visit. She parked in the parking spot across the street and several doors down from her daughter’s townhouse because the flooding was deepest in front of her daughter’s home and up to her garage door.
Making casual conversation, I made some genius comment like, “Wow, it looks like we’re flooded.”
The woman said, “My daughter already called the city about it.”
“I think I know what’s wrong. I think I can fix it,” I said.
“You’ll be her hero,” she replied.
I went inside, put on some shorts and some sandals, grabbed a rake and waded into the water toward the street. I arrived at my destination and began moving the leaves away from the drain with my rake. Instantaneously the water rushed into the drain from both sides. Within minutes the street was free of water and all the driveways were clear as well. And, apparently, I was a hero!. Had I known it was so easy, I would have done this earlier in my life!
God’s heroes are a strange lot.
There is Rahab, the prostitute, who struck a deal with Israelite spies and hid them after they promised to spare her family when the Israelites took over Jericho.
There is the spoiled brat of a little brother, Joseph, who was sold into slavery, imprisoned on trumped up sexual assault charges, and eventually served as the Head of State in Egypt. He saved his brothers and the future nation of Israel from starvation by providing food and protection for them.
The prophetess and judge, Deborah, led Israel to triumph over enemies that threatened their extinction.
In the New Testament, the book of Acts is filled with heroes who stood valiantly for their faith in the midst of persecution and some lost their lives.
These are heroes. People who are so convinced of God’s love and purpose for life that they are willing to give up anything for God’s cause.
I am often too self-centered to give up my time, or an event I want to be a part of, or an opportunity that I have longed for, or an evening home, to represent God somewhere or with someone. Inconvenience and sacrifice are the paths to being a hero for God. Paths I don’t always want to travel.
If only being a hero for God was as easy as raking leaves away from a drain!
Well, at least that is what she said.
It poured rain for about 15 minutes and a section of our street was flooded with water moving up people’s driveways near their garage doors. I arrived at home at the same time the mother of my neighbor was arriving for a visit. She parked in the parking spot across the street and several doors down from her daughter’s townhouse because the flooding was deepest in front of her daughter’s home and up to her garage door.
Making casual conversation, I made some genius comment like, “Wow, it looks like we’re flooded.”
The woman said, “My daughter already called the city about it.”
“I think I know what’s wrong. I think I can fix it,” I said.
“You’ll be her hero,” she replied.
I went inside, put on some shorts and some sandals, grabbed a rake and waded into the water toward the street. I arrived at my destination and began moving the leaves away from the drain with my rake. Instantaneously the water rushed into the drain from both sides. Within minutes the street was free of water and all the driveways were clear as well. And, apparently, I was a hero!. Had I known it was so easy, I would have done this earlier in my life!
God’s heroes are a strange lot.
There is Rahab, the prostitute, who struck a deal with Israelite spies and hid them after they promised to spare her family when the Israelites took over Jericho.
There is the spoiled brat of a little brother, Joseph, who was sold into slavery, imprisoned on trumped up sexual assault charges, and eventually served as the Head of State in Egypt. He saved his brothers and the future nation of Israel from starvation by providing food and protection for them.
The prophetess and judge, Deborah, led Israel to triumph over enemies that threatened their extinction.
In the New Testament, the book of Acts is filled with heroes who stood valiantly for their faith in the midst of persecution and some lost their lives.
These are heroes. People who are so convinced of God’s love and purpose for life that they are willing to give up anything for God’s cause.
I am often too self-centered to give up my time, or an event I want to be a part of, or an opportunity that I have longed for, or an evening home, to represent God somewhere or with someone. Inconvenience and sacrifice are the paths to being a hero for God. Paths I don’t always want to travel.
If only being a hero for God was as easy as raking leaves away from a drain!
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Thursday, October 18, 2012
Neighborhoods
Sometimes Chicago is referred to as the “city of neighborhoods.” Ethnic groups cluster together. We have Chinatown and Greektown. There is a section of Chicago where many of the store names and advertising copy is in Spanish. Another section is in Polish. In fact, Chicago has the largest number of Polish people of any city in the world outside of Warsaw, Poland. I once went to assist a church in the city where most of the people in the neighborhood were recent immigrants from Africa.
We tend to gather near people who are like us. It makes sense when you think about it. If you move here from a foreign country, wouldn’t you try to find people who looked like you, spoke your language, understood your customs and honored your culture?
Churches reflect the same human tendency. When people move to a new city they often try to find a church of the same denomination, or similar style as the one they attended in their previous home.
We like to hang out with people like us; people who share our interests, our values, our culture, our perspectives. It makes us comfortable, and we like being comfortable.
Interestingly, the founder of our faith, Jesus, did just the opposite. He sought out people who were unlike him. He befriended the friendless. He loved the unlovely. He embraced the outcast. He purposely engaged people He wasn’t supposed to engage.
John records a story in his 4th chapter of Jesus taking his disciples through Samaria and stopping for water at a well there. So? Well, Jews didn’t mix with Samaritans. In fact, even though going through Samaria could cut a day or two out of your travel, Jews refused to even walk through Samaria. Not Jesus.
He stopped at a watering hole and engaged a Samaritan woman in conversation. She had two strikes against her that were obvious. She was a Samaritan and a woman. Jewish religious leaders didn’t talk to Samaritans and men didn’t talk to strange women, or women at all for that matter.
It gets worse than that. German pastor and theologian Dietrich Bonhoeffer put it this way:
“Jesus Christ lived in the midst of his enemies. At the end all his disciples deserted him. On the Cross he was utterly alone, surrounded by evildoers and mockers. For this cause he had come, to bring peace to the enemies of God. So the Christian, too, belongs not in the seclusion of a cloistered life but in the thick of foes. There is his commission, his work.”
Jesus intentionally sought out people who were unlike Him and even befriended His enemies! This is not my natural tendency. We distance ourselves from people we perceive as enemies. Evangelicals from “mainline”, conservative from liberals, Protestants from Catholics, Cubs fans from White Sox fans!
I want to be like Jesus. Which means that I have to fight my natural tendencies and intentionally embrace people who are unlike me.
That’s hard to do in the city of neighborhoods.
We tend to gather near people who are like us. It makes sense when you think about it. If you move here from a foreign country, wouldn’t you try to find people who looked like you, spoke your language, understood your customs and honored your culture?
Churches reflect the same human tendency. When people move to a new city they often try to find a church of the same denomination, or similar style as the one they attended in their previous home.
We like to hang out with people like us; people who share our interests, our values, our culture, our perspectives. It makes us comfortable, and we like being comfortable.
Interestingly, the founder of our faith, Jesus, did just the opposite. He sought out people who were unlike him. He befriended the friendless. He loved the unlovely. He embraced the outcast. He purposely engaged people He wasn’t supposed to engage.
John records a story in his 4th chapter of Jesus taking his disciples through Samaria and stopping for water at a well there. So? Well, Jews didn’t mix with Samaritans. In fact, even though going through Samaria could cut a day or two out of your travel, Jews refused to even walk through Samaria. Not Jesus.
He stopped at a watering hole and engaged a Samaritan woman in conversation. She had two strikes against her that were obvious. She was a Samaritan and a woman. Jewish religious leaders didn’t talk to Samaritans and men didn’t talk to strange women, or women at all for that matter.
It gets worse than that. German pastor and theologian Dietrich Bonhoeffer put it this way:
“Jesus Christ lived in the midst of his enemies. At the end all his disciples deserted him. On the Cross he was utterly alone, surrounded by evildoers and mockers. For this cause he had come, to bring peace to the enemies of God. So the Christian, too, belongs not in the seclusion of a cloistered life but in the thick of foes. There is his commission, his work.”
Jesus intentionally sought out people who were unlike Him and even befriended His enemies! This is not my natural tendency. We distance ourselves from people we perceive as enemies. Evangelicals from “mainline”, conservative from liberals, Protestants from Catholics, Cubs fans from White Sox fans!
I want to be like Jesus. Which means that I have to fight my natural tendencies and intentionally embrace people who are unlike me.
That’s hard to do in the city of neighborhoods.
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Thursday, October 11, 2012
Trust Issues
I had a conversation the other day with a young man whose
girlfriend had dumped him after 18 months. He was understandably saddened and
distraught over this development. He told me the story through his tears and
sobs and at one point concluded, “I don’t know what I am going to do. I’ll
never meet anyone I care about as much as her.”
There was a response I wanted to give, and there was an
appropriate response. The appropriate response was to listen, empathize and
care for him without offering any advice that I thought would “fix” his
problem. He wasn’t looking for a fix at the time, just caring.
He also wasn’t looking, at the moment, for any philosophical
advice that I could have offered based on my advanced age and experience. But
that was the response I wanted to give. In 35 years of ministry I have heard
this story, or a version of it, many times. My prediction would be that he
would be sad and distraught for a period of time, but before long he would be
introducing me to the new “love of his life.” His sadness would dissipate and
would be replaced with joy and a sense that he was very glad he didn’t stay
with his former girlfriend.
We all have “trust issues.” We profess faith in God’s goodness
and His desire to give us good things. We profess that we look to God to direct
and guide our lives and to take care of us when things get difficult. We trust
God to be involved in our lives and to reveal his plan for us. However, too
often God’s plan looks a lot like the plan we have for our lives; and when
things don’t go according to our plan, we are disappointed, discouraged,
saddened and distraught. We wonder why God failed us, or how we failed.
Well, we can’t have it both ways. We can’t say that God has a
plan for our lives and that we trust him, and then wonder what happened when
things don’t go the way we thought had been planned.
Now, I am not saying that we are not going to feel disappointed,
or sad, or even distraught when plans fail. I am saddened and distraught
periodically. That is only natural and normal. However, I keep this question of
the Apostle Paul nearby:
“Who has known the mind of
the Lord, or who has been his counselor?”
No one has understood God, and no one has ever helped him out
with advice.
“For my thoughts are not
your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways,
declares the Lord. For as
the heavens are higher than the earth,
so are my ways higher than
your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.”
Oftentimes the journey to embracing God’s plan is filled with
sadness, disappointment and pain. Isn’t that the story of Jesus’ last week of
life? Suffering, pain, and difficulty, all of which He expressed very openly,
on His way to embracing God’s plan of our salvation through the cross and the
power of Hope which comes through the resurrection.
It is difficult to trust God in the midst of difficulty and pain,
but at the same time we know we can trust Him for our future regardless of the
present.
“How long, O Lord?
Will you forget me forever?
How long will you
hide your face from me?”
But I will trust
in your unfailing love;
my heart rejoices
in your salvation.” (Psalm 13:1,5)
We’re all working through our “trust issues.”
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Friday, October 5, 2012
Shaking our Head
At first glance I shook my head in disbelief.
In 2007 an 18 year girl had turned her SUV into the path of a
motorcycle and the cyclist had died. She had been drinking prior to the
accident and had pleaded guilty to DUI. The case was just settled in court.
That’s right, five years later. With a plea bargain. Her punishment was
probation.
Are you shaking your head?
So many things made me shake my head; an underage drinker;
driving under the influence; the tragedy of those two factors leading to the
death of an innocent motorcyclist; the fact that it took five years to reach
any kind of conclusion; and the punishment....probation. Really? Probation?
Are you shaking your head?
Well, the rest of the story will really make you shake your head.
The mother of the deceased motorcyclist was in the courtroom for
the conclusion of this long, difficulty saga. Following the verdict and
announcement of the punishment, the mother of the victim waited for the young woman
outside the courtroom. When the woman who had caused her son’s death appeared,
she walked up to her and gave her a big hug.
Are you shaking your head?
For the mother, it was the culmination of a journey that began in
anger at the young woman whom she blamed for her son’s death. It ended in
sympathy.
“You can never forget. But you can forgive,” she said.
The mother originally wanted the young woman to be harshly
punished. But in court she sensed her remorse. Forgiving her and embracing her
were the right things to do. “My son was the type who would forgive,” she said.
Are you shaking your head?
For most of us forgiveness is an intellectual concept. Or
something that we have practiced in relationships where the price has not been
the taking of an innocent life. To read about this kind of forgiveness makes us
shake our heads. It is hard to imagine.
Of all the things Jesus taught, forgiveness may be the most
powerful and at the same time most difficult for us. It was a revolutionary
concept in Jesus’ day. German political theorist Hannah Arendt, the first woman
appointed to a full professorship at Princeton University, claimed that
forgiveness and love of enemies is a distinctively Christian contribution to
the human race: “the discoverer of the role of forgiveness in the realm of
human affairs was Jesus of Nazareth.”
We are very happy to receive God’s forgiveness for all our
bungling, but we tend to not be so good at distributing it to others;
especially those we consider our “enemies”.
I am reminded of this when I hear how we talk about people who
represent political parties and stances we oppose. Or when I listen to people
talk about ex-spouses. Or when I hear followers of Jesus talk about other
followers of Jesus who have a different view of His love, grace and mercy. Certainly
they are the enemy and are not to be affiliated with, let alone embraced.
I hear it in the way we talk about people, or churches in our
same denomination who are viewed as the enemy; too liberal or conservative, not
holding true to “our teachings,” seemingly compromising standards.
It is most painful when I hear myself, or others, talk about
people in our own congregation as if they are the enemy.
That’s when God is shaking His head.
“Forgive us our (debts, trespasses, sins),
As we forgive those who are our (debtors, trespassers, sinners).”
Those words are easy to pray, but when we try to put them into
practice it will make us shake our heads.
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