A dream, broken, can precipitate a myriad of outcomes.

Surrender, resolve.

Change, certainly, an entirely new direction.

Or perhaps a doubling down,

a fresh, unyielding devotion to the endangered vision.

Maybe all of the above.

This is a story about someone who refused to let his dream die,

even when it seemed to pull him in opposing directions.

It's a story about relationship and conflict and justice and love,

about impossible tasks and courage and grief and joy.

And it's a story about new beginnings on the far side of broken dreams.

I'm Justin Gerhardt.

Welcome to Holy Ghost Stories.

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The As he ushers the Earth along its elliptical orbit, Yahweh spins the great sphere on its 23 and a half degree axis, pulling each plane,

each ocean, each mountain peak and valley toward the sun in turn. He fuels the great hydrogen

fireball, sending its rays through space at 186,000 miles per second.

Eight minutes later, that light falls on the leaves of a tangerine tree,

eliciting in its cells a photosynthetic flurry.

Just below the branches, morning dew left by the fingers of Yahweh in the night, rolls

down off of blades of grass and onto, into the soil.

Coaxing it downward, he introduces a meeting between water molecules and root hairs,

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