Union Now Possible
Not I but CHRIST
I picked up Alive in Christ (by Charles Price) again this morning after my devos because I remembered what an impact it had on me before camp—and I wanted to see what it held for me now that camp is over. Well, I didn’t get very far without being amazed again. Price starts out talking about not trying really hard but living in Christ and when I first read that this summer I was like, Oh yeah!! I know that! That’s cool... I’m glad he said that.
But this morning I noted where he says “when out of despair and exhaustion they find Christ to be alive, and alive in them, the discovery has been revolutionary.” and wrote this can’t just be head knowledge though. They have to discover it by personal experience—no amount of reading or teaching can convince a person of this fact until they truly discover it. Now at the end of the summer and looking back, I see this come true for me! Despair and exhaustion: that perfectly describes how I felt that Wednesday night of the second week of scholarship camp! Wow...
home again home again
I have been back home again for almost a whole week after completing 10 weeks of summer camp plus 2 weeks of training. Most of that time I was a counselor. The kids were between 6 and 18 years old. I found that I VERY much enjoyed working alongside fellow believers while attempting to the best of our abilities to rely on God to show His love to these His children and to point them to CHRIST!
Reflecting back on it I found one word to describe the summer: AMAZING. That can be used as an adverb in these ways:
amazingly hot!!! (we had several 100 degrees F [around 38 degrees C]plus! days and multiple days in a row)
amazingly exhausting (I have never been so tired in my life!)
amazingly eye-opening (like I've written before, these kids have lived in situations I can barely imagine)
amazingly long hours! (when you're on duty 24/5 Ü you don't really get much sleep between Sunday and friday or even Saturday)
amazingly tan increasing Ü
amazingly friend building (working for Jesus with these people creates bonds that form so much quicker than when you meet someone at a beach or something like that where you're just trying to satisfy pleasures--though there's nothing wrong with this.)
The list could go on, but really I wanted to say this… This summer was definitely the most challenging and hardest summer I’ve ever lived through, but it also was the best summer I have ever lived through. The lessons God tried to teach me, the scriptures that came alive to me, the children whose lives I saw change, and those relationships that continue on are so meaningful and precious to me that I wouldn’t exchange the hardships of this summer for anything! I wish I could do it next summer.
The biggest lesson that I saw God trying to teach me (I say trying because I have definitely more room to learn it better, though I know He showed me this) was summed up in the verse that says My [God’s] thoughts are not your thoughts nor are My ways your ways. Often I felt this summer that God was just slamming doors in my face (even before I knew I was even going to work at His Hill and definitely throughout the summer as well) but suddenly I realized He was saying, “No! I have something so much better than you imagine for you. I want you to stop being over there and come over here… talk to this person… hang out with that person… spend your time doing this instead of doing that… etc.”
Though I can’t see all the things that would’ve been different had He not turned me from this or that, I can see some and I am so grateful that He did this! This pretty much sums up my AMAZING summer and I can’t wait to see what He has in store for me this fall!!!!
~elizabeth
I'm Surprised at "Kids these Days"
This summer I have been working at a Christian summer camp for kids. As a counselor, I've been in direct contact with the kids. I have viewed it as a big, long mission trip, and have enjoyed it. Honestly, though, the most discouraged I've ever been have been this summer; the most tired I've been before occured this summer; the most frustrated... yes, you've guessed it, was this summer.
But this summer I've noticed a few things. I will mention a couple...
Many of the kids we see are coming out of Christian homes, but unfortunately, I've seen the effects of watering down the word and seeker-sensitivity. So many of my girls hadn't heard the story of Esther or didn't know about the creation story. One girl hadn't heard of Genesis and had never read the Old Testament.
Also, I have noticed that so many children are spoiled. They just get whatever they want. Their parents seem to give them anything to make them happy, but don’t spend much time with them… especially those coming from broken homes.
My biggest lesson I’ve learned this summer so far, I believe, is the fact that I had an AMAZING childhood. I am so grateful for my parents teaching me about God and taking me to church. I am so glad they wanted me to read His Word for myself—finding it out for myself by reading it was the best way to learn of Jesus Christ. I am also so glad that I didn’t always get to do everything I wanted, and things of the like. Love isn’t shown by just giving someone everything they want. I’m definitely not saying my parents didn’t make mistakes with me or that I’m perfect, but how grateful I am for the parents they were (and are!) to me.
Listening to several of the kids’ lives at only 9, 11, 17 years old, I felt such HUGE burdens for them. They were my new friends, yet I couldn’t even grasp what they were facing—and had been facing for years! All I can do is pray for them. Pray that God would give them a stronghold on Him as their tower and strength. They won’t have firm reliance on humans, with all they’ve been through already, but I’m praying they’ll not know God the Father as they’ve known the adults in their lives. Thanks be to God for giving me a God-centered childhood and wonderful parents.
Strong
I have been focusing on the New Testament much lately, so i haven't been in the Old Testament much. However, yesterday I was reading Joshua and noted all the times it says, "Be strong and courageous" in the first chapter. I counted 4 times; God says it to Joshua the first three times and then the people say it to him the fourth time.
"Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous! Do not tremble or be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go." Joshua 1:9
Nothing is Impossible with God
Working with kids from the inner-city, foster homes, orphanages, and the like, has been the most challenging work I’ve ever done, but definitely the most rewarding. For those who haven’t heard, I have been up at a summer camp the past four weeks. Camp officially started two weeks ago, so I just completed two weeks of actually working with the kids. These two weeks were scholarship weeks, so we—the counselors—knew it would be hard. Last week was a little challenging because my girls weren’t the best listeners and didn’t like to talk to me or my fellow counselor.
When the next week started last Sunday night I got really excited because my six new girls loved to talk, ask questions, let me know what they were thinking, and they listened!! I was extremely happy… I was until Monday night, anyway. By then we had experienced our first conflict between two of our girls and had realized that at least one was very angry with God. The other was very rebellious and a liar. That was really hard to deal with.
Wednesday night, the angry girl refused to go into chapel. After I had insisted, she said, “No! I’m not going in and hearing anymore about God stuff. That’s just ** and I can’t stand it anymore. ** God obviously doesn’t work for you, so why should He work for me?” Those words just broke my heart. Another staff member came by right then and let me go and said she’d bring the camper to chapel. Finally the girl agreed to go into chapel and came and sat down by me. All through the message, she was shaking her head “no” to everything the leader said.
That night after devotions, we (my fellow counselor and I) took the two girls out of the cabin and told them they needed to resolve their conflict with each other and couldn’t go back to the cabin until they did so. About an hour and half later (probably about midnight plus thirty) they finally grudgingly apologized (thanks to the help of another counselor’s counsel). We let them go back to the cabin and to bed.
I couldn’t sleep even though I was dead tired, so I grabbed my bible and journal and went to pray for a while. I told God how I felt: tired, useless, unhelpful, and totally incapable of what He wanted me to. I gave everything to Him and asked Him to perform a miracle in these girls’ hearts. I knew He was the only One who could change anything. I wrote in my journal:
Late Wednesday night... no; Thursday morning: 00:27:00...
I am so at the end of my rope. I’m exited that only God can take over, but I’m quite apprehensive about tomorrow.
“My” psalm is coming back to me as well as the movie we watched on the weekend (“Facing the Giants” and the song “With You”). Read Psalm 27. Wow!
Also, “How Great is Our God”! Too true. Give me Your Spirit. Shine through me.
Save those girls, Lord. Only You can change such an awfully stubborn, rebellious child like [the one] and an angry, proud, stubborn child like [the other]. Save them, Father. I beg You. Reveal Yourself to them tonight, tomorrow, Friday. Lord they need You! Use me if it be Your will. Use [the chapel speakers, my other counselor, the other staff members involved]. Change their hearts.
I finally went to lie down, but didn’t really sleep. I got up and sought Him out again begging Him to work through me that day, since I couldn’t do anything without Him anyway. Once again, my journal is the best representation of my thoughts:
“No man can by any means redeem his brother” Psalm 49:7 I can’t redeem [my 2 campers].
“Let Your compassion come quickly to meet us, for we are brought very low.” Psalm 79:8 Oh God, I am brought VERY LOW. Let Your compassion come quickly to meet me! Please, Lord!
“According to the greatness Your power preserve those who are doomed to die.” Psalm 79:10. Lord, preserve [my girls]. Without Your help, they are doomed to Die!
“In return for my love they act as my accusers; but I am in prayer.” Psalm 109:4
“But You, O God, the Lord, deal kindly with me for Your name’s sake; because Your lovingkindness is good, deliver me; for I am afflicted and needy, and my heart is wounded within me… Help me, O Lord my God; save me according to Your lovingkindness. And let them know that this is Your hand; You, Lord, have done it… With my mouth I will give thanks abundantly to the Lord; and in the midst of many I will praise Him. For He stands at the right hand of the needy, to save him from those who judge his soul.” Psalm 109:21-31
“Search me, O God, and know my heart; try me and know my anxious thoughts; and see if there be any hurtful way in me, and lead me in the everlasting way.” Psalm 139:23&24
O God, whatever You have for my work today, please don’t let me miss it. Cause my eyes to be open to Your plan. Lord, I know I can’t get through this day. I thank You that You can and will. I pray that Your spirit would shine brightly through me. May Your JOY be my strength. I feel completely exhausted, without strength, emotionally low, physically low, my morale is even low My throat is killing me and I have a major headache. My eyes hurt really hurt and so does my leg. I want to finish this week well, not for personal benefit (because I have a feeling I’m going to be sick), but because I want to be an example of someone relying on God and living the amazing life of Christ in a human.
Help me, Father! Thank You for giving me the victory; help me to remain in it today and not my own flesh, will, etc.
Friday! June 20, 2008 06:56
Praise be to God. He is so good. He can perform miracles right before my very eyes. Glory be to the Son who gave up all to accomplish the one task that can bring us to God.
While I was giving everything to God, He was doing a miracle in the heart of that “stubborn, angry, proud” heart of [my camper]. In devotion time yesterday morning she asked to close in prayer. Oh my goodness!!! Even now I can only shake my head and smile. J He is SO good! She thanked God for her many friends here (?), for her counselors always being there [here] for her (?), and for God being in her life (!!??). I just stood back and praised God. She’s treating [the other girl] amazingly nice—going out of her way to take care of her. Then at supper she asked to pray—yes, at the Fish House, in front of EVERYONE. So cool. And, now I am not surprised anymore (J), she proclaimed testimony at campfire. Wow. God is good! God is good!
Thank You, Father, for letting me see You at work!
Looking back, everything seemed to be going wrong this week. Something happened every day that just seemed to upset me somehow (hyper-extending my knee, slicing my toe open, getting sick, breaking campers’ eye glasses, my camper not liking me or anything else about camp, the list goes on). I knew that God was going to have to work, not me. I was so excited to see what He was doing—without me.
I am writing this testimony because of the verse that says, “Go home to your people and report to them what great things the Lord has done to you and how He had mercy on you” (Mark 5:19). I pray this is a testimony of how God uses prayer and miracles to accomplish His work. Never give up praying for even the impossible. God is work in people’s hearts and we are just to do exactly what He tells us. And, God is good!
©Elizabeth Busshaus, 2008
You Did It to Me
“And the King will answer and say to them, ‘Truly I say to you, to the extent that you did it to one of these brothers of Mine, even the least of them, you did it to Me.’”
Matthew 25:40
The name of George Mueller is well-known to people all over the place. He was not a great scholar, prominent businessman, or important politician; in fact, he was a thief, liar, and gambler. That is, he was a thief, liar, and gambler whom Jesus saved. George Mueller had wanted to be a missionary overseas. When he went to apply to the missionary board in London, he was told that there was not enough money to send him. However, there was work that needed to be done right where he was in England if he desired to stay. He decided that he would stay and work where God had put him. It was here that he met and married his wife. It also was here that he started his ministry to the poor. It was here that he began his orphanages.
Mueller saw the plight of the orphans whom ran about the street, and felt pity toward them. He heard first-hand about the horrors of the poorhouses. Moved with compassion, he asked the Lord if he should open an orphanage. George had learned early in his Christian walk to pray about everything. The Muellers were not a wealthy family: in fact, sometimes there was no food to serve their guests the next meal. George, however, believed in taking everything to the Lord. So he would always pray. He believed that if God wanted his work to go on (for it truly was God’s work), God would provide the money, food, and other essentials. George never asked for money or support. He always went to the One who provided all things for him to richly enjoy. God had always answered his prayers up until then and George had no reason to doubt Him now. One day as he stood at the orphanages he had just built, he was asked if he had a very good supporter. “Yes,” he replied, “the very best One.” He then was asked if all his savings were in a good and safe spot. “Oh yes,” he replied “the best one there is to be had.” When asked where this was he replied, “All my money is in Heaven where no rust can destroy and where thieves cannot break in and steal.” When asked who his supporter was, he answered, “Jesus Christ: He gives me all the things I need.”
George Muller labored in this work until the day he died. He never had a chance to get rich or to save up things for himself. He never got to go to the foreign mission field, or become a well-loved pastor. Yet he was richer than anyone could have ever guessed. He cared for as many children as he could. He always trusted in the lovingkindness of his Heavenly Father who loved these children much more than he did. George knew that to be rich in human souls was of much better value than to be rich in material gain.
Jesus has been showing me that He does not require us to go somewhere and become well known in order for us to be able to serve Him. He does not require us to become wealthy and prosperous in order to have a better platform to reach more people. All He requires is that we know, love, and value Him above all else and that we be willing for Him to work in and through us. We may never leave the place where we live. We may never go to a foreign land. But Jesus says “Truly I say to you, to the extent that you did it to one of these brothers of Mine, even the least of them, you did it to Me” Matthew 25:40. God is constantly reminding me of this fact. Right now, my place is in my home where He put me. If I don’t see the need here, how will I see the need anywhere else? If I am discontent now, how will I be content later? When we serve our mom or dad, siblings, or the little lady across the street, we need to remember: to the extent that we have done it to one of these we have done it to Jesus! “I hope you will be a missionary wherever your lot is cast . . . for it makes but little difference after all where we spend these few fleeting years, if they are only spent for the glory of God. Be assured there is nothing else worth living for!” (Elizabeth Freeman)
~Emma ©2008 RBF Mag
A 180 Degree Revolution...
The Power of a Changed Life!
Dawson Earle Trotman was born March 25, 1906. He was very small and had a heart defect that would affect him his entire life. Surviving proved a struggle for this 2½ pound little guy. His dad confessed, “We thought we’d never raise him.”
Daws was a “people-person&rdqu o; from an early age, earning popularity in school. He also was known for his kind acts toward younger children. By the time he was a senior in high school, Daws was president of “Christian Endeavor,” had a high grade average, was captain of the basketball team, student body president, chairman of student council, editor of the school annual, and had a pretty, blond Christian girlfriend. He had anything anyone could ask for. Yet, his flawless Christian reputation hid what continually plagued his conscience. He could not shake an awful stronghold: lying. He did everything in his power to quit—even resorting to scraping all the skin off his knuckles so the pain would remind him not to lie. Daws also was a thief.
Upon graduating from high school, Daws began the next chapter of his life by going out with his buddies and getting thoroughly drunk. Daws sunk deeper and deeper in an attempt to “quit trying to live a double life.” Often sending up prayer-flares when drunk and in a fix, Daws soon forgot his vows to God. One night the police stopped Daws when he was very drunk. Somehow his mother found out, and heartbroken, she called her Christian neighbor. This lady prayed for Daws all night. Two days later, Daws sneaked back to the Presbyterian Church where he had attended in his youth. He found some old buddies from high school there. Back in Christian Endeavor, Daws joined in the contest for Scripture memory. He quickly completed the first ten verses and the leaders—who had been praying for him for years—chose more verses, all on salvation. He memorized them all. When Daws went back to the pool hall the next day, he continued his old habits, but the Holy Spirit’s work was beginning to surface. His memorized verses came to mind often. One day the Holy Spirit impressed on him the meaning of, first, “Verily, verily, I say unto you, he that heareth My word and believeth on Him that sent Me, hath everlasting life,” and next, “But as many as received Him, to them He gave the power to become the sons of God, even to them that believe on His name.” Daws’ profoundly simple, yet powerful answer was, “O, God, whatever it means to receive Jesus, I want to do it right now.” “Whether the earlier or later time was his real conversion, the prevenient grace of God had brought him to the point of commitment this June day in 1926 when he yielded his autonomy to the lordship of Jesus Christ. He would be God’s son and servant from that day forward.”[1] He was twenty years old.
He was ready to tell anyone and everyone though it was a challenge at his job. Daws, the former “tough guy,” was embarrassed to identify with the “gospel preacher,” who came every week to his job site. God gave Daws grace, however, and he shared his personal testimony with everyone at work.
Dawson had a passion for lost souls and wanted his life work to be centered on discipleship. He prayed, “God, give us a burden for lost souls, one that will last until we die!” Unsurprisingly, Daws spent the last thirty years of his life in this work. He died while saving the life of another—rather a fitting way to be called home and ushered into the presence of his Lord and Savior.
His life was fruitful because he was willing to do all it took to lead people to the Savior Who had changed his own life forever. Lorne Sanny, a man whose life was changed due to the efforts of Daws said, “I had been a Christian for about a year when Daws adopted me as his son in the faith—a relationship that continued until his death fifteen years later. This association included living in his home and spending hundreds of hours just listening and watching his life. It also included what seemed to me severe exhortation, yet I was always conscious of his love for me and his desire to help me reach my fullest potential.” Dawson truly was a man of God and his ambition to be a man wholly devoted to God and to encourage others to do the same has impacted thousands of lives.
~Elizabeth ©2008, RBF Mag.
Wonderful, Merciful Savior
“But thanks be to God, who always leads us in triumph in Christ, and manifests through us the sweet aroma of the knowledge of Him in every place.”
2nd Corinthians 2:14
Several events occurred that proved this verse to me. These events produced various emotions, and none of them had anything to do with me. Yet the triumph in Christ is apparent in each one.
One night a friend told me a scary story about his brother almost drowning in a river. As he recounted the horrible moments, he remembered he was totally unable to do anything apart from crying out to God: “God have mercy!” Finally, just before it might have been too late, God used him in a humanly impossible situation to break through the barriers and get his brother out. Listening to this story, I felt in awe because I realized that God is a “Wonderful, merciful Savior. Precious Redeemer and Friend. Who would have thought that a Lamb could rescue the souls of men?… Almighty, infinite Father, faithfully loving Your own, here in our weakness you find us, falling before Your throne” (Dawn Rodgers, Eric Wyse: “Wonderful Merciful Savior”). This story was awesome to me as I saw the path to triumph in Christ, from Cody crying out to God to the miraculous way He saved Kyle.
Another account bearing witness to triumph in Christ took place over a period of many years. Some dear friends had been praying for children of their own ever since I could remember. They had been pursuing a China adoption for at least two years. Suddenly, God gave them precious, twin, American daughters and continued to provide miracles all along the adoption process. Isabella Hope and Elisabeth Grace have stolen the hearts of my family, and we rejoice with Oliver and Kimberly as they revel in the triumph of God. The story of these two little girls reminds me that miracles still are happening even 3,498 years after the parting of the Red Sea.
The third story magnifying triumph is one that took place thousands of years ago in a land called Uz. There was a very rich man with over 11,500 animals, and many, many servants. In fact, his biographer calls him “the greatest of all the men of the east.” God described this rich man as, “Blameless and upright, fearing God and turning away from evil.” Satan believed that this man was so blameless because he possessed many riches and children and good health. Without that, Satan asserted, “He will curse You [God] to Your face.” Satan took away everything and left Job alone with three unsympathetic “friends” and an unsympathetic wife. The first (shocking) words Job says were, “The Lord gives and the Lord has taken away. Blessed be the name of the Lord.” Later in his testimony he says, “As for me, I know that my Redeemer lives, and at last He will take His stand on the earth. Even after my skin is destroyed, yet from my flesh I shall see God…” Job stands this trying and comes forth as gold. God blessed him again with even more riches and ten more children. He lived to a very old age. His testimony has gone forth over the entire world as the man who would not curse God. This amazing testimony shows the triumph of God in a very clear picture. He led Job in triumph and manifested through him the sweet aroma of the knowledge of Him in every place. Thanks be to God!
~Elizabeth ©2008 RBF Mag.
A Stinky Old Puddle?
I walked to the back of our property; I was on a mission. I was to collect microscopic organisms from the bottom of the pond for a science experiment. As I walked down the path, I began to experience a most peculiar smell; I wondered what it was. I knew that it couldn’t be the goat barn or the chicken coop because I was too far away from those two places. It couldn’t be compost and although it sure smelled bad, I was positive it wasn’t the dead deer that lay at the edge of the pond. As I carefully moved closer, I wrinkled my nose. The smell grew increasingly stronger. It was… I was on the verge of the answer… It was… it was the pond! As I crested the hill and gazed down at what was supposed to be a shimmering, smooth pond, all I saw was a hole in the ground in which sat a small puddle of water that had a peculiar odor and was covered with strange, greenish stuff surrounded by white, dead stuff. This was surprising because the last time I had been down there the pond had been full and had, in fact, been overflowing. Of course, we hadn’t had any rain in a while, so that, I suppose, was the reason for the lack of liquid in the hole. I gathered my information and hurried away trying not to breathe.
Later as we cleaned up the dinner dishes, my sister asked me how the pond was. I replied, “It had a headache owing to the glare and it seemed to have a cold, but other than that it was great.” Just kidding, I didn’t say any of that. I said “What pond? All I saw was a stinky old puddle.” Being the literary genius that she is, she responded, “That would make a great title for an article!... You can write it!” Thanks sis, I am so grateful. ;-) But, as I was thinking about it later I realized she was right.
Our lives can either be an abundant pool of water that overflows into the life of others, filled with life and pleasing aromas, or they can be dead, stagnant, and stinky. This experience did cause me to look at my life and ask: am I a pleasant pool or a stinky old puddle? Do I merely do things for my own pleasure and comfort or am I willing to pour my life out for others, even if it means a little pain or discomfort along the way?
I never cease to marvel at the little lessons God brings into my life to teach me something. It is amazing how He can use the simplest things like a stinky, yucky, ugly wanna-be pond a. k.a. Puddle, to teach it. Who would have thought that a seemingly small trip to the pond for a science experiment would result in such a lesson? I never did the science experiment due to the lack of a microscope, but I did reap a lesson and am asking the Lord to make me a living pool of water. I pray the same for you, that the Lord will transform you from a stinky old puddle into an abundant pool full of life.
~Emma ©2008 RBF Mag
What is that to you?
“So Peter seeing him said to Jesus, ‘Lord, and what about this man?’ Jesus said to him, ‘If I want him to remain until I come, what is that to you? You follow Me!’” John 21:21-22
After being rebuked, we often reply with, “But Lord, what about him or her?” Jesus quietly turns our eyes back to Him and says, “What is that to you? Forget about that person and what I have for them; just do what I have told you.”
Too often I find myself looking to others for either approval or disapproval of my actions. I live my life according to their standards. I don’t do things because I’m afraid of what they will think of me, but even more frequently, I do things hoping that they’ll think well of me. Life ought not to be lived out in this fashion. When we get to the judgement seat, are we going to say, “Oh, God, the reason why I did such-and-such was because I saw my friend Jack doing it and I wanted him to approve of me, so that’s why…” God’s not going to be impressed. But you say, “But, hey, Jack is an awesome Christian! He’s such an example to me. Plus, everyone&rsquo ;s doing what he’s doing.” What is that to you? God has him doing exactly what He wants him doing. But He also has a plan for you. When Paul describes the spiritual gifts, he says that we are all members of one body and without all the different members, the body cannot function. One of Dawson Trotman’s mottoes was: “Never do anything that someone else can or will do when there is so much to be done that others cannot or will not do.” Never!
A friend and I were talking one Sunday about wanting to be one of the first to do something because we didn’t want to feel cramped into doing it “just like everyone else.” Despite our cries about wanting to be different, or wearing shirts saying, “Be Yourself!” Americans have all come out of the mold exactly like everyone else. Romans 12:2 says, “Do not be conformed to this world, but be transformed, by the renewing of your mind.”
Don’t try to live your life to be pleasing to others. It’s too hard. Remember the man and boy taking their donkey to market. First the father rode and people told him he was cruel not to let his son ride. So the boy got up and people said he was lazy. His father climbed up behind him only to have people say they were cruel to their animals. Finally, the poor man and boy carried their donkey on a pole. The people laughed at them. C.T. Studd said, “So let’s go ahead with our work for God and not care what folks say.”
~Elizabeth ©2008 RBF Mag
refined
In the hymn How Firm a Foundation, the unknown author says, "When through fiery trials thy pathway shall lie, My grace all-sufficient shall be thy supply; the flame shall not hurt thee, it’s only design thy dross to consume and thy gold to refine." We are to be as that gold whose dross is being consumed. Refined like gold is our prayer.
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