Punxsutawney Phil did it again. He saw his shadow and therefore there will be six more weeks of winter. This year has been brutal for most of the nation as far as winter is concerned. Even in Florida temperatures are in the 50s rather than the usual humidly, hot 90s. For us in Minnesota, six more weeks of winter is a given. We all know that February is just an extension of January, and we won’t see green grass again until May. We’ve grown accustomed to the cold temperatures in my state.
It’s funny that our country relies on the weather prediction of a wooly mammal. I guess it’s wishful thinking for most folks. But many would much rather see one of those groundhogs mounted and hanging in some dingy pool hall. Poor little groundhog. He really has no say in the matter. Whether or not he comes out and sees his shadow is not going to determine the fate of the next six weeks any more than if I were to claim I was 20 years old.
When Bill Murray appeared in the movie, “Ground Hog Day,” we were all exposed to deja vous all over again and again. The character he portrayed couldn’t get out of the rut he was in. I guess we all have that kind of experience at one time or another. We feel stuck in our daily existence. We feel trapped by our circumstances. We even feel that there is no hope for anything new under the sun. Fortunately, we have a God that’s in charge of that very reality. He knows the plans He’s already designed for each person living on this planet. Because of that we can be assured that our future is in good hands.
Instead of putting our faith in a furry little fuzz ball, trust in the Creator of all things. He will turn the frigid days of winter into spring and use the melting snow to nourish the thirsty ground. He controls the weather, the environment, the climate and all things pertaining to His creation.
I often wonder what it will be like in heaven. Will we be floating around on clouds and playing harps, or will we be doing the things that we love the most? I can imagine writing spectacular plays with a cast of thousands and having Paul making wondrous sets with amazing paintings and special effects. The cool thing about that is that I won’t have to make the costumes. They’ll be right there. I won’t have to worry about people forgetting lines or staying in character because it will be perfect. What a blast that will be. Can’t wait!
The 1970’s were turbulent times for our country. We were still reeling from the Vietnam War; we had a President and Vice President who resigned from office rather than face impeachment. there was a huge movement to get better salaries for women and more jobs in the workplace; and there was a continuation of the sexual revolution that started in the ‘60s.
The average salary was about $23,000 a year and the price of the average home was $26,000. Unemployment was at 3.5%, eggs were 62 cents a dozen and you could buy regular gas for 36 cents a gallon. Times, prices, politics and morals change over time. Some people believe this is all part of our evolutionary process. I wonder if you might instead call it a devolving of sorts. As our time on planet earth pushes on, we have seen so many changes, reforms, reinventing, reversals, revisions and still we come to the same truth. This world isn’t getting any better. In fact, as King Solomon once said,“I have seen all the things that are done under the sun; all of them are meaningless, a chasing after the wind.”
Out of the nineteen seventies, there came some great music including lyrics written by Carole King in the song, “You’ve Got a Friend.”
“When you’re down and troubled and you need a helping hand and nothing, nothing is going right. Close your eyes and think of me and soon I will be there to brighten up even your darkest night. You just call out my name and you know wherever I am, I’ll come running to see you again. Winter, spring, summer or fall all you have to do is call and I’ll be there, yeah, yeah, yeah, you’ve got a friend.”
When we feel pain or sadness; when nothing is going the way we planned; when we feel totally lost or out of control; we have a friend. Our friend is Jesus and I know we can count on Him to bring light to a dark existence. Times change, but our God remains the same. Through the centuries of time, there will be innovation, but there really is nothing new. It’s all been done and said before. Still, God remains the same. He is steadfast. He won’t leave us when we’re in trouble. He is our protector and defender. He loves us unconditionally and the truth of His heavenly home is waiting for us. What a friend we have in Jesus.
A child’s laughter is one of the sweetest sounds in the world. Laughter from an elderly person with no teeth can be just as gratifying. Laughter can also indicate embarrassment, frustration or even panic. Laughter can trigger all kinds of emotions, but one thing is for sure – it usually makes you feel good.
I grew up in a family where laughter was a necessity. We didn’t have much of monetary value. We moved often. My dad was the only guy in the house and suffered with many of his own demons, but enjoyed a good belly laugh or two – usually after consuming several beers. My mom suffered from many health issues. I truly believe that had we not maintained a good sense of humor, we would all have succumbed to deep depression.
Joy and laughter actually create a feeling of well being and good health. That might not mean much when your body is burning with pain. It’s not necessarily smart to joke with someone who is on their deathbed, but it has been known to help.
Some folks I know wear a permanent frown. Some have become defeated by the ugliness of the world. I’ve seen anxiety and worry place a mask of tragedy on a person’s countenance. Even the seemingly happiest people in the world may be victims of a lack of true joy in their lives. Their spirit has become crushed and is destroying them internally.
I’m not suggesting we walk around with a fake smile on our face, but when we realize the gift we have received from God, our hearts are not only grateful, but our lives will take on new meaning as well.
Proverbs 17:22 A joyful heart is good medicine, but a crushed spirit dries up the bones.
I often think about the hands that reached up to his mother from the manger. Those tiny, dimpled hands were perfectly formed by His Father before His birth. As He grew, those little boy hands undoubtedly got scuffed and bruised just like any other human boy. As He learned His earthly father’s trade, His hands would ache and become blistered after a day of shaping a piece of wood. When He later began His ministry, His hands touched people and they were healed. He placed His hands on them and evil spirits were drawn out of them. When He entered the temple and saw how corrupt it had become, those same strong hands turned over the tables of those who had distorted His teachings and turned it into a den of thieves.
In Gethsemane, I can imagine His hands clasped tightly in prayer, pleading for mercy. His knuckles turned white as He prayed for His people – praying that this cup of death would pass from His lips. When the vigilante crowd appeared, under the direction of one of His own trusted disciples, Judas, He used His powerful hands to heal Malchus who had lost his ear by Peter’s sword. They then bound those healing hands and led Him to a court of frightened men who felt their church was in jeopardy because of this man.
His was led to the cross. His blood-spattered hands carried His own instrument of death to Golgotha. The soldiers cut through His hands with long, iron spikes, pinning Him to the cross. His hands lifted up to God that day and He died there for you and me, but that wasn’t the end for my Savior. He rose again three days later and proved that He is God, but even then, He had to prove to His disciple, Thomas, that He indeed bore the scars of His bitter death.
Help us, Lord to lift our hands up to you in thanksgiving and prayer and be reminded of all that you did to lift us up to heaven with yours. Amen!
Traffic sounds rumble early on a frosty morning. The crash of box cars echoes from the tracks. People running here and there with so much to accomplish and so little time. You become invisible in a sea of bodies rushing – only to scream through the day – tear through traffic to get home again and do it all over tomorrow.
The news is filled with hatred between races, murders, theft, horrendous crimes that only a demented, twisted or broken mind could concoct. There are stories of sexual deviation, infidelity, promiscuousness. We hear of hit men being ordered to assassinate – bodies dismembered and left to rot – lack of respect for life at every avenue.
WHERE IS THE PEACE?
Children go to school with thoughts in their minds of being bullied, teased or humiliated. They struggle to maintain grades so they can go on to college and succeed in the future. They grow up believing that the only way to get ahead is to put yourself first. They also enter those school doors wondering if they will be faced with a lockdown or worse.
WHERE IS THE PEACE?
Young men and women are faced with possible sexual harassment, unwanted pregnancies, abortion, depression and anxiety. The incidence of drug and alcohol use has become part of their daily existence. They are constantly pushing to do their best, with no time to enjoy the ride.
WHERE IS THE PEACE?
Wars rage, weather disasters continue, political leaders dictate, government grows, the average man is lost in it all. Our rulers buy into the games of politics. Instant news has caused all sense of honesty to take a back burner to hot scoops with no research. People lose their reputations and lives because of it.
WHERE IS THE PEACE?
Churches offer entertainment today, to increase their membership. Scandal and abuse has entered the holy walls of Rome and right here at home. The word “sin” has become offensive to most people. Finding a church that’s a place of healing, consoling, growth and the truth of God’s Word is becoming more and more difficult. We all like to hear positive things about ourselves, right. This world, after all, is all about me.
WHERE IS THE PEACE?
When Jesus came as a tiny baby in a smelly barn, surrounded by dirty animals and nothing but a mud floor, He didn’t use His Godly powers. He came as a human being so He could experience the things we do. The difference was, He had no sin. His mission was to live, learn, teach, die and save the world from the sting of sin and death through all of it. His death led to His resurrection and the promise that we too will be raised from death and live eternally with Him in heaven.
He came to live a life of poverty in a insignificant little town from which nothing good ever came. He worked hard alongside His stepfather as a carpenter. He knew about agriculture, animals, planting and often used that knowledge to teach others about His Father’s kingdom. He also knew the scriptures, because He wrote them. He could do miracles, but they weren’t His primary purpose. He came to carry the sin of the world upon His shoulders – to suffer extreme torture – die the death of a criminal and be humiliated before men.
WHERE IS THE PEACE?
The peace lay in that makeshift crib on the night of His birth. The heavenly hosts announced it to the shepherds who came to see Him. This was the promised Messiah they had waited for so long. The peace is that little, helpless babe, nursing at His mother’s breast. As many mothers will tell you, there is nothing like looking into the eyes of a newborn. That baby would bring peace to the world. All of His life is an example of how we should live and serve others.
He’s coming again to take all believers to heaven and condemn those who don’t. I think we’re all ready for peace on earth.
With the Super Bowl right around the corner and the Winter Olympics taking up time on the other channels, we are being inundated with superheroes of all kinds. We put our hopes and sometimes our treasure into counting on their strength and vigor to win the prize. Soon that prize will be forgotten, and the medals and trophies and rings will take a backseat to reality. Those we place on pedestals are often set up for an eventual fall.
Our true Hero is less ostentatious. He can’t be seen, except in the creation around us. He can only be heard in the wind as His breath rustles through the trees. We cannot touch Him, but we can be sure of His presence in every aspect of our lives. He’s with us during the difficulties we face – the disappointments – the trials – the sickness – the good times as well as the bad. He is kind and gentle, yet the power of His Word is invincible. He is not a blue genie who will grant our every wish, but He does hear our prayers and answers them according to what He thinks is for our best. We have Him available at a moment’s notice. He loves us more than we love ourselves. He never changes and He gave the ultimate gift to us for our place in heaven. His name is Jesus, my Savior and King. That’s what I call a real Superhero.
Do we place upon a pedestal the heroes of our time? We sometimes make them idols. Do we think they are divine? When they show that they are human, they quickly tumble down. They lose that place of honor. They no more wear a crown.
They thought they were invincible – that they could do no wrong. They took the road most travelled – they sang their own sweet song. The accolades enticed them. Their greed did overcome. They tested all the limits. To their pride they would succumb.
The only superhero that fills our every need, Is Jesus, Christ our Savior. For our souls His wounds did bleed. He gave His life to save us – from sin to set us free. He conquered death to give us life for all eternity.
The superstars and champions may give us all a thrill, But the Son of God won’t let us down. Our every need he’ll fill. So look to Him for lasting peace. The victory he has won. He is our true redeemer- role model – Number One!
Almost every human being who has had children will look at this picture and melt. I recall many situations when one of my children felt sincere remorse for a wrongdoing and came to ask for forgiveness. How can you turn away from that? How can you not be forgiving? Unfortunately, we are not all forgiving. Only God can do that perfectly. Only He knows the cost of redemption. Still, we are His children – His creation – He loves us unconditionally. This is a love we neither deserve nor can we earn by anything we do.
Grace and forgiveness go hand in hand. They are the gifts God doles out to those who place their trust in Him – those who come with true sadness in their hearts and minds for the wrongs they’ve done – those who truly repent and ask for God’s cleansing.
I’m sorry, God. How many times I’ve said that during my life. I often wonder if He gets tired of hearing those words. After a while you’d think He’d give up on us, but He doesn’t. Like a loving parent, He is always available. Our forgiveness is guaranteed. It was won for us at the cross of Calvary, where His only Son took the weight of every sin and gave His life as payment for our redemption. He then overcame the grave to prove to us that we need have no fear of death, because we will also rise to heaven.
As each year passes, I can’t help but be amazed by this grace – this perfect reaction from my Father, God. Even during difficult times, I am confident that He’s in control. There are days when I pray for heaven to come quickly, but I know that God isn’t finished with me yet. I pray that he will use me to show others what a gracious God He is.
The world is not the place for me. I long to be in heaven. When thoughts like that invade my mind, I need to be forgiven. God didn’t make me to want death. He chose me as His own. He crafted me and knew me before my life was sewn. Each intricate piece he whittled. Each vessel put in place. He had a plan set just for me. He knew the dreams I’d chase. And even as my days grow short, and time is running out, I feel His presence in my life. Of this I have no doubt. To live for me is Jesus, no matter where I roam. I will rejoice to meet Him when He comes to take me home.
ISAIAH 41:10 ESV “fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.”
The Winter Olympics are officially underway. As usual strength is the common denominator for all the athletes. Will they be able to stand up to the competition? Will they fall victim to fatigue, mental anxiety, fear? Or will they triumph over their fellow athletes and excel by winning a coveted piece of metal?
As we go through life our strength is being tested by the minute. How much more of this COVID virus can we endure? How will we face the illness if we get it? How can we withstand the isolation and see hope in an unknown future? Will we ever pass the tests placed before us? Can we overcome the fear and anger that daily fills our world? Can we overcome grief when it comes? How can we make it through another day without fearing death?
Those questions are real and raw. They touch each one of us at some time or another. They cause us to lose hope and put fear into our hearts. So where is our hope? Where can we go to find comfort and strength to carry on? In the Bible verse above, God clearly tells us that He isn’t going to give us more than we can bear. He will give us the strength to withstand anything, because He is God. He is omnipotent and He has already determined our destiny.
You are strong, because God is.
He is your power source.
He will never lead you into a situation that you can’t handle.
Even your death isn’t the end of life.
Trust in Him. Put your faith and hope in Him.
He created you to be unique and different than anyone else on this planet.
He knows the path you will take.
He loves you unconditionally and with Him you are more than a winner.
His plans are always for your good.
He will provide answers when you need them.
He is your God, your Brother, your Redeemer, your Friend!
The glory of God’s majesty spilled through my window this morning, Is it a foreshadowing of good things to come? Alone I sit in its warmth Wrapped in its glistening light, Soaking in the rays of heaven, Feeling God’s presence, Delighting in His perfection, There is nothing like looking beyond the snow, The ice, The crystallized frost which coats the windows, Into the depth of God’s warmth, His comfort, His strong yet gentle arms, I rest in the knowledge that even though the thermometer registers below zero, My heart is warmed by the heat of God’s sun drops,
On the outside, most of us look pretty normal, but once we get to know each other, the flaws jump out at us like a frog sitting on a hot frying pan. We can make ourselves look good by taking off some weight, by doing something that will benefit another, or by living frivolously. Most people are fooled by that disguise, but God can look right into our very souls to determine what’s motivating our behavior. How comforting to know that despite all the yuck going on inside us, He still loves us. He doesn’t want us to suffer. He doesn’t want us to be depressed or unhappy. We are His creation and He loves us more than we can possibly imagine.
There is no escaping Him, His direction of our lives or His amazing forgiveness.
Once in while I think we can become our own worst enemy. We try to accomplish too much, we work harder than we should, we struggle to make payments, we try to be the perfect parent, we set our goals too high, we forget what is really meaningful in our lives.
It all depends on how we look at things. If we realize that with God all things are possible, the stumbling blocks of life are merely bumps in the road. If we trust that God has a plan for everything that happens to us, we can be confident that nothing can stop us.
Lord. You have permitted me to live a long life and it’s taken me all of that time to understand that I have put way too much pressure on myself. Help me to turn things over to you. You have kept your promise to keep me safe in all my endeavors – to be with those I love – to comfort the hurting and to lean on you. You love me, even though I’m often unlovable. Be with me again today. Amen!
Six inches of snow isn’t unusual in my neck of the woods. We’ve had a steady stream of the white stuff over these past few months. We no longer go to regular jobs each day, so it’s just a slight inconvenience when we have a snowstorm. We also have the luxury of having kids that live nearby and come and plow us out when necessary.
You can imagine my surprise when our daughter in South Carolina texted me that they were having a winter storm in her town. This is really a rarity in the south – especially because they don’t have the necessary equipment to clear roads and being without electricity can also be a problem. I asked if they even owned a shovel. She responded that they didn’t, but the snow would probably melt in a day or two. They both work from home so they can wait it out.
On the same day, there was a report of an underwater volcanic eruption that might cause Tsunami winds to attack the west coast. The weather can create all sorts of havoc in our world. Since we live right in the middle of the country, we might become the new garden spot of America. (I’m kidding of course.) Our weather is changing. Our climate is in a constant state of flux. God never changes,
Change comes in the form of weather, environmental, industrial and population growth, but we are a unique species. We may not always like it. We may even blame God for our circumstances, but we eventually adapt to change. Yet God never changes.
God controls our world. He is in charge of the direction of the wind, the elements of snow and frost, cold and heat, He churns the seas and stirs the lakes with one breath. The storms that destroy and damage are not because God is mad at us or frustrated with us. He only cares about us. Even in those difficult storms He is there to provide help, love, encouragement, strength to get through them and a way out. He will be with us no matter what, because He never changes.
Psalm 146:16-17 He gives snow like wool; he scatters frost like ashes. He hurls down his crystals of ice like crumbs; who can stand before his cold?
As the world changes, we change – we find different ways of dealing with things – we use our intellect to find solutions – we adapt. We can never outdo the Creator of the Universe. We cannot outthink Him or find solutions without Him. He’s in every area of our lives. He will be with us through all Eternity, His love endures forever and we can count on that because God is the same today as He was yesterday and will be tomorrow. He never changes.
Job 36:27-28 For he draws up the drops of water; they distill his mist in rain, which the skies pour down and drop on mankind abundantly.
We go through many changes in our short existence. When we’re born, we struggle from the safety of our mom’s womb into an unknown and difficult world. We take our first steps as a leap of faith. We grow into our teens thinking we are prepared for everything life has to give us and take chances that we maybe shouldn’t. We make amendments to our lives when we get married and soon learn that we are no longer one person anymore. We vow to put our mate first in our lives. As years pass, we become involved in careers and that opens new doors and new opportunities for alteration to our future. We grow old and think that there is nothing more to change – NOT TRUE!
It seems that God has taken us through all these highways in life to prepare us for our final and complete change. Old age is the portal to that place – but it doesn’t mean the end of our metamorphosis. He still has a purpose for us, even though we think things should finally be settling down.
At this point in life, changes are still being made – some of them with the influence of those who love us – some because change is required for our benefit – some due to financial burden – others because of our changing, tired and worn out bodies. Whatever the change – whatever the struggle – whatever new thing that comes along and drastically amends our lives – we still have the faithfulness of a God who will remain with us through all of it. He will never leave us. He will provide for all our needs – physical, emotional and spiritual. He will give us the strength and courage to move into uncharted areas, even in our old age.
Lord, I praise you for all you have done for me. You have offered me your consistency in an ever-changing world. Whatever has happened in the past – no matter how difficult – you have sustained me. You continue to lead me in the paths of righteousness and provide all that I need for my life. You teach me daily to lean on you and promise to be with me and those I love throughout eternity. I pray that you will continue to hold my hand through the remainder of my years and finally lead me to paradise with you – where there will be no more changes. In Jesus name I pray. Amen!
Some folks think that becoming a Christian means gaining complete freedom from all our troubles. Not true. In fact, God never promised any of us a rose garden. Well, He gave us a perfect garden, but that was quickly lost when man thought He was smarter than God. We’re going to have difficulty in our lives until we pass into eternity. However, our troubles here on earth don’t have to overwhelm us or send us into a deep depression.
Some “Christians” believe that if you have trouble in your life it is because of something you’ve done to put yourself out of favor with God. God’s mercy is beyond our wisdom. He has placed these trials in our lives to make us stronger and yet completely dependent on Him for help.
Thank you, Lord, for daily strengthening me with your truth. May your gift of peace give me hope to endure each day. I am confident that you are at my side in all the storms of life as a captain piloting a ship through troubled waters. You are in control and have the ability to conquer the waves that cover me from time to time. You alone are my source of life and my guide through all of it. Jesus, Savior, pilot me.
JESUS, SAVIOR, PILOT ME
Lyrics by Edward Hopper
Jesus, Savior, pilot me Over life’s tempestuous sea; Unknown waves before me roll, Hiding rock and treach’rous shoal; Chart and compass come from Thee; Jesus, Savior, pilot me.
As a mother stills her child, Thou canst hush the ocean wild; Boist’rous waves obey Thy will When Thou say’st to them, “Be still.” Wondrous Sov’reign of the sea, Jesus, Savior, pilot me.
Though death’s valley I may pass, Still Thy grace will fear surpass; In Thy presence I will rest, And, while leaning on Thy breast, I will hear Thee say to me, “Fear not, I will pilot thee.”
Disclaimer – This post is not intended to offend anyone – only to illustrate.
There are days in my life when worry overtakes me. I often wonder why it’s so much a part of who I am. It might be said that I’m the typical Jewish mother – even though I’m not Jewish. Jesus was, however, and so was His mom, so this may be why He spent a lot of time talking to His people about the dreadful trait of worrying. By the way, Jewish mothers do not have a corner on worry. We gentiles are just as likely to be concerned for our kids. I believe it’s actually a part of a woman’s DNA to fret about things over which she has no control.
It’s easy to tell someone not to worry, but that isn’t going to stop them from doing it. In fact, it might even lead to more worry just thinking about it. Besides, we may not have experienced what the worrier is going through. When you don’t have personal knowledge of something, it’s difficult to advise someone else. Your credibility will definitely come into question.
Jesus walked in our shoes. He knows all our frailties and shortcomings. In Matthew 11:28, Jesus invites us to,“Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” He isn’t just talking about physical rest. He’s telling us that He gives comfort for our souls as well. He actually allows us to lay our burdens on His large shoulders and He will carry them for us.
I will undoubtedly continue to worry until I die, but my worries don’t have to depress me or dominate my thinking. Thank you, Lord, for giving rest to my weary mind and body, but mostly for relieving the doubts, worries and fears of my soul. Remind me that you are in control of all things and let me rest in that knowledge. Amen!
I’ve recently been trying to hide from the events of the world by not tuning in the news. My thinking is that if I don’t have that extra weight hanging on my shoulders, it will free me from the burden. The truth is, we can’t hide from the world no matter how hard we try. Even if we were to bury our heads in the sand, someone would come along and kick the sand, causing us to take notice. We can try to run away to a different place. We can seek greener pastures. We can flee the city streets, the guns, the drugs and crime, but we are not going to eliminate those things by running from them.
We do have a means whereby we can escape without ever leaving the comfort of our own space. Instead of burying our heads, we should look up and reach out to the One who has already carried our load of sin to the cross. He died for us. He paid the price. He redeemed us with His blood and purchased our freedom from death by returning to life and ascending into heaven. We can look forward to the same after our own death.
God made a promise to His people, right after they fell into sin. He kept His promise. He never fails to do so. We can take that truth to the bank and count on it. Jesus told His followers to be in the world, but not of it. That means, we shouldn’t hide from things that occur around us. We need to be aware, so we can become active in the solving of some of its problems. It also means that we should not become part of the problem, by participating in the ugliness the world offers. We can’t escape the news. It’s part of our world today. It’s available 24/7 with commentaries and opinions nonstop. We don’t need to be glued to it every second of that time. We should remain informed. We should also be looking for ways to fix it. We can do that by searching God’s Word for the answers. He has also promised to be with us in all that we do. We can be assured of that.
So get your head out of the sand, open your eyes and look up instead of down. The real joy in this life is waiting up there.
Majestically standing in rows just like soldiers,
With arms reaching up to great heights of the sky,
The trees tower over the rocks and the boulders,
They almost touch heaven and don’t even try,
What if we would turn our heads and our eyes,
To the mighty Creator with voices and cries,
Would He heed to our voices and answer our prayers,
Would He take away all of our fears and our cares,
Sometimes it may seem that He’s too far away,
That He’s too much to do than to hear what we pray,
Prayers don’t go unanswered when we ask from within,
He listens to us and forgives all our sin,
So lift up your eyes, to the sky up above,
God knows what you need and He’ll answer with love.
As I reach the end of my years, I find I have a lot of good information stored up in this old decrepit mind of mine. If I don't write it all down, it may vanish and no one will have the advantage of my thoughts. This is why this blog exists. I love the Lord, Jesus with all my heart and soul. I know I'm undeserving of all He's done for me, but I also know that His love is beyond my comprehension.
I've always wanted to write. I never kept diaries, but tucked my thoughts in my head for future reference. I use them now in creating stories, plays, poetry and my blog.
I continue to learn every day. I believe the compilation of our time spent with God will have huge affect on the way we live. I know I'm a sinner and I need a Savior. I have One through Jesus, Christ.
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