Getting closer to the check out, the mind plays games, the thoughts so long submerged, the welcome at the gates, room for thought.
The younger set
The statistics don’t lie, the habits are there before you, the stuff that tickles the heart is rare, while the below stuff is common enough
The deniers
The rate of interest in that which is godless, those huge statistics, not the strange stuff you hide from, get with it.
In olden times, the believers, were extorted from, forced to flee, threatened with death, and all kinds of other things. When Jesus came back, the fear of death was cancelled, God being the God of the living not the dead, never forget it.
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