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conversations.value: Do you know a description for a book titled This Is Love about Toronto with the genre: Romance, Contemporary?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: the author writes stories about love and all the beauty and ugliness that comes along with it. She lives in Toronto with her husband and their fur baby. She is currently working on her second novel.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the first five paragraphs for this book?
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conversations.value: This Is Love
  You see, Peter could not deny his denial. The empty tomb did not erase the crowing rooster. Christ had returned, but Peter wondered, he must have wondered, "After what I did, would he return for someone like me?"
  And the rooster crows, and conviction pierces, and Peter has a partner in the shadows. We weep as Peter wept, and we do what Peter did. We go fishing. We go back to our old lives. We return to our pre-Jesus practices. We do what comes naturally, rather than what comes spiritually. And we question whether Jesus has a place for folks like us.
  Jesus answers that question. He answers it for you and me and all who tend to "Peter out" on Christ. His answer came on the shore of the sea in a gift to Peter. You know what Jesus did? Split the waters? Turn the boat to gold and the nets to silver? No, Jesus did something much more meaningful. He invited Peter to breakfast. Jesus prepared a meal.
  Of course, the breakfast was one special moment among several that morning. There was the great catch of fish and the recognition of Jesus. The plunge of Peter and the paddling of the disciples. And there was the moment they reached the shore and found Jesus next to a fire of coals. The fish were sizzling, and the bread was waiting, and the defeater of hell and the ruler of heaven invited his friends to sit down and have a bite to eat.
  WHEN GOD ENTERED TIME and became a man, he who was boundless became bound. Imprisoned in flesh. Restricted by weary-prone muscles and eyelids. For more than three decades, his once limitless reach would be limited to the stretch of an arm, his speed checked to the pace of human feet.
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conversations.value: Do you know three more paragraphs?
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conversations.value: Not that he kept his cool while the dozen best friends he ever had felt the heat and got out of the kitchen. Or that he gave no command to the angels who begged, "Just give the nod, Lord. One word and these demons will be deviled eggs."
  Not that he refused to defend himself when blamed for every sin of every slut and sailor since Adam. Or that he stood silent as a million guilty verdicts echoed in the tribunal of heaven and the giver of light was left in the chill of a sinner's night.
  Not even that after three days in a dark hole he stepped into the Easter sunrise with a smile and a swagger and a question for lowly Lucifer—"Is that your best punch?"
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conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Not that he kept his cool while the dozen best friends he ever had felt the heat and got out of the kitchen. Or that he gave no command to the angels who begged, "Just give the nod, Lord. One word and these demons will be deviled eggs."
  Not that he refused to defend himself when blamed for every sin of every slut and sailor since Adam. Or that he stood silent as a million guilty verdicts echoed in the tribunal of heaven and the giver of light was left in the chill of a sinner's night.
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conversations.value: Do you know the last five paragraphs?
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conversations.value: And the stable. Is that not yet another reason for Christ to back out? Stables are smelly, dirty. Stables have no linoleum floors or oxygen tanks. How are they going to cut the umbilical cord? And who is going to cut the umbilical cord? Joseph? A small-time carpenter from a one-camel town? Is there not a better father for God? Someone with an education, a pedigree? Someone with a clout? This fellow couldn't even swing a room at the hotel. You think he's got what it takes to be the father to the Maker of thee universe?
  Jesus could have given up. Imagine the change he had to make, the distance had to travel. What would it be like to become flesh?..
  Love goes the distance... and Christ traveled from limitless eternity to be confined by time in order to become one of us. He didn't have to. He could have given up. At any step along the way he could have called it quits.
  When he saw how tiny his hand would be, how soft his voice would be, how hungry his tummy would be, he could have stopped. At the first whiff of the stinky stable, at the first gust of cold air. The first time he scraped his knee or blew his nose or tasted burnt bagels, he could have turned and walked out.
  When he saw the dirt floor of his Nazareth house. When Joseph gave him a chore to do. When his fellow students were dozing off during the reading of the Torah, his Torah. When the neighbor took his name in vain. When the lazy farmer blamed his poor crop on God. At any point Jesus could have said, "That's it! That's enough! I'm going home." But he didn't.
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: " But he didn't.. At any point Jesus could have said, "That's it! That's enough! I'm going home. When the lazy farmer blamed his poor crop on God. When the neighbor took his name in vain. When his fellow students were dozing off during the reading of the Torah, his Torah. When Joseph gave him a chore to do.
  When he saw the dirt floor of his Nazareth house. The first time he scraped his knee or blew his nose or tasted burnt bagels, he could have turned and walked out. At the first whiff of the stinky stable, at the first gust of cold air.
  When he saw how tiny his hand would be, how soft his voice would be, how hungry his tummy would be, he could have stopped. At any step along the way he could have called it quits. He could have given up. He didn't have to. and Christ traveled from limitless eternity to be confined by time in order to become one of us...
  Love goes the distance... What would it be like to become flesh? Imagine the change he had to make, the distance had to travel. You think he's got what it takes to be the father to the Maker of thee universe?
  Jesus could have given up. How are they going to cut the umbilical cord? And who is going to cut the umbilical cord? Joseph? A small-time carpenter from a one-camel town? Is there not a better father for God? Someone with an education, a pedigree? Someone with a clout? This fellow couldn't even swing a room at the hotel. Stables have no linoleum floors or oxygen tanks. Is that not yet another reason for Christ to back out? Stables are smelly, dirty.And the stable