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It’s a lift that people get on when there are a hundred floors to climb; even Armageddon can’t get past these sliding doors. People press whatever button that will send them on their way to their meeting & discussion & their business for the day. Until one day, someone skipped church; barely missed the sliding doors. But the lift stood still, shook, then lurched, slamming people to the floor. & then people sat up to perch on their knees & start to pray that they’ll never again miss church if they don’t run late today.
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Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 2:11 PM UTC
40. Jesus Gets Off On The Seventh
It’s a lift that people get on when there are a hundred floors to climb; even Armageddon can’t get past these sliding doors. People press whatever button that will send them on their way to their meeting & discussion & their business for the day. Until one day, someone skipped church; barely missed the sliding doors. But the lift stood still, shook, then lurched, slamming people to the floor. & then people sat up to perch on their knees & start to pray that they’ll never again miss church if they don’t run late today.
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Jul 17, 2014
Jul 17, 2014 at 2:11 PM UTC
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