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I shot off an e-mail to Hunter, saying I had to cancel tomorrow because I would be vehicularly challenged.

It was an unlovely colonial farmhouse, box-shaped and gambrel-roofed, fast falling into the ground.

God has made the decision before all time, so some are foreordained to be saved through grace – a predestined group of the elect.