The first time I died was in nineteen ninety-six. I’d cycled from Boston to Baltimore and took a bus to Portland, Oregon with the intention of cycling to New Mexico. I rode for three days. Then, through what I believed to be Divine intervention, I turned around and made Portland my home.
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The new round of scare tactics has arrived. And the usual suspects are at it. MSN.com news. Oh, my God… and yes I am calling out to Him… are there really people alive that read msn.com news. Yes, the same folks that watch msnbc. And that’s when it hit me like a ton of bricks.
How can unity be had when people are so different? That is the key, my friend. The one thing that reveals the hearts of each member of the movement.
Christian, do you know what Satan’s primary function/goal/business is in the life of the believer?