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Aug 2016
A tired beggar clings to life in ragged clothes. Beaten down by life and suffering from lack of care. We look on in disgust at the sight of a person who has seen better days. We want to walk on, but something quietly tells us to stop. We hold an internal conflict, this person is hopeless, I don't really have the time. In this moment of decision, let us remember one who gave up all, so that we might live an eternal life. So when you next come upon some who you think has no hope, remember that Jesus said you were worth his time.
James M Vines
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James M Vines  50/M/Atlanta Georgia
(50/M/Atlanta Georgia)   
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