The warble of native birds, the rustling of nature, the sigh of a light breeze … these are the sounds that brush my ears when at last I make contact with Margaret Curnow.

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LETTERS FROM MEMBERS OF THE LCANZ Jesus’ humble life contrasts with ‘blatant display of riches’ As I enter the autumn of my years (based on current events I dread what winter will bring!), I find myself pondering the perplexities and practices of modern life, particularly Christian life. Recently we had the coronation of King Charles […]

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