Maybe I should write a manual of less utterly cliched ways for interview panels to reject people.
I wish they'd just spare me the platitudes and tell me in the first sentence they don't want me.
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Jesus wept because he'd heard that this mate Lazarus had died... even though he knew that both of them would soon rise again. This is yet another blog by a church worker turned academic who fell in love and got married and pregnant... and her ponderings on questions of motherhood, faith, community, life, hope, love and grace...
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