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My Journey Is So Similar To Everyone Elses Journey, Because We All Are Human. We All Have Been Defeated By The Powers Of Darkness, And We All Find Redemption In The Light Of Christ.

Where Is God? Where Can I Find Him?" We Ask. We Don't Realize That's Like A Fish Swimming Frantically Through The Ocean In Search Of The Ocean

My Research For 'adam' Affected Me Profoundly, Particularly The Research Into Evil's Underbelly. We Tend Not To Think About Evil Until It Pokes Its Head Out Of The Air About Us And Then It Tends To Scare Us Silly. As Well It Should.

She Suddenly Began To Jump Up And Down, Screaming At The Top Of Her Lungs. "the Arks Are After Me! The Arks Are After Me! Help Me, The Arks Are After Me!" .... "the Arks! You Don't Understand, I Have The Ring And The Arks Are After Me!" .... (and So The Police Officer Is Puzzled Long Enough For Miriam And Seth To Escape)

That’s It?” Jason Asked. “you Spent An Hour Talking About How Lucky You Were To Be Dying?” No, Not Dying, Son. Living.