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Tomorrow would be Bobby’s 28th birthday.

It's been almost three years.  Friends sent flowers.  Family members call to check on us.  Jan in Austin is taking Carly out for fish tacos (a Bobby specialty) as a tip of the hat to Showtime Chervil, as he was known in the kitchens where he worked.  Kara and Luch will do the same tomorrow in Jacksonville Beach.

Like most folk in the circles I run in, Haiti has called to our hearts to come to the aid and comfort of the wounded and grieving.  But requests for pastors to rush to the scene with a Bible and a sermon is nil as compared to the urgent need for rescue workers, medical teams, water consultants, and construction workers.  Sending money does little to assuage the Calling Voice, but it seems all we can and should do at this point. 

Letters, emails, voicemails continue to arrive in response or reaction to last Sunday’s op-ed.  The overwhelming majority are affirming and grateful.  Of course, some disagree.  A few are so hatefully dismissive, like Tuesday’s letter to the editor, that they warrant no response.  Others, however, ask pointed questions that get to the heart of the matter.  Here are few more responses to some of the recurring questions.