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the church doors are red

This morning, over a bowl of Swiss muesli, I told Lucy Liu about Jesus.

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  1. Like, THE Lucy Liu?

    The Charlie's Angel?

    =o

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  2. I suppose this DOES require some explanation...

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  3. Yes - could you please expand? I am a bit confused. I would also like to see a picture of the church doors.

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  4. Lucy is one of my flatmates. She did not know about the Liu of Kill Bill Vol. 1 fame when she originally chose her English name. The details of the conversation were relatively simple. "Molly, I would like to go to church with you today. Please tell me about your God." "Well, Lucy Liu..."

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  5. OOOh, how lovely!
    I like the name Lucy.
    And that is WONDERFUL that she is going to church with you!!! I will pray and pray and pray. :-)

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