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Besides the Corona: Virus, That Is

I while the airports and hubs of urban & urbane wane television saturates itself with virus & old wives' tales the city is still steeped in sin - by man's choosing II last night my town had hail, after weeks of rain last year was all drought. Blessings 'midst the pain? last shall be first says the Word - by free will choosing! III we picked up pock-marked plants, even veggies, this morning hit by hail, yes, as I was marked by sin before repenting MESSAGES? the same. the bible. sinners sin till the end

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Date: 3/23/2020 8:55:00 AM
Yes, they surely do, nice words, Anil . . .
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Date: 3/21/2020 1:14:00 AM
thanks as always Sir Harry. amen to divine help. shalom, shalom
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Date: 3/20/2020 11:37:00 PM
This is so good, Anil..I do believe something positive will rise above all of this. Already the medical staff, to me the heroes on the front line, fighting what is a different kind of war....God be with them all.
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Date: 3/20/2020 10:49:00 PM
i had something else in mind; but there it is - it came out this way. Shalom, shalom. It is a time for deep questions ...
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