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I am the vine; you are the branches. if you remain in me &I in you, you will bear much fruit; apart from me you can do nothing.
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..for our struggle is not against flesh &blood, but against the rulers, authorities, &powers of this dark world &against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms. eph 6:12
black enslave blacks in Africa today -racism? no need2complicate /politicize insane truth.  *IMA READ STORY DAILY: 2FLteens go4dip when Ocean takes 'em 2farout. they pray4 strength 2swim &"it is so." boat on her way 2NJ "appears out of nowhere," named Amen.*
story of disciples unable2heal from Matt17:19-20a: "then they came to Jesus in private &asked, "why couldn't we drive it out?" He replied, "because you have so little faith." if all we get out of Christ is a little inspiration, we're a sorry lot. Christ has defeated death.
if my people, who are called by my name, will humble themselves &pray, &seek my face &turn from their wicked ways, then I will hear from heaven, &I will forgive their sin &heal their land.
even in laughter, the heart may ache.
Jesus did many other things as well. if every 1 of them were written down, I suppose that even the whole world would not have room for the books that would be written.
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my home is in heaven; I'm just travelin' through the world -BG
Georges #Rouault
isaiah 55:10-11as rain &snow come down from heaven, &don't return to it w/o watering Earth &making it bud &flourish, so that it yields seed for sower &bread for eater, so is my word that goes out from my mouth: it will not return to me empty, but accomplish what i desire &achieve the purpose for which i sent it. 
God reaches out to man
out of love for the truth &the desire to bring it to light -95 theses, 1517.
if there are words for Him then, I don't have them. you see my brain has not yet reached a point where it could form a thought that could adequately describe the greatness of my God. &my voice is so inhibited, restrained by human limits, that it's hard to even sing a praise up. my God: unsearchable yet knowable. indefinable, yet approachable. indescribable, yet personal.
NYC, Easter 1956.
when the world shook &the sun was wiped out of heaven, it was not at the crucifixion, but at the cry from the cross: the cry which confessed that God was forsaken of God. &now let the revolutionists choose a creed from all the creeds &a god from all the gods of the world, carefully weighing all the gods of inevitable recurrence &of unalterable power. they will not find another god who has himself been in revolt. nay (the matter grows too difficult for human speech), but let the atheists themselves choose a god. they will find only 1 divinity who ever uttered their isolation; only 1 religion in which God seemed for an instant to be an atheist.
-G.K.C orthodoxy. matt. 27:46 "my God, why have you forsaken me?" Jesus cried from cross. † 
@KrisParonto
love alone is credible
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