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Different Gifts But Equally Loved

Can a white skin be proof that I’m better than you, if my mother is Jewish, does that make me smart? If I’m born in America, skin black as coal, folks quite pale on Dark Continent, are they more whole than the natives, their perambulations great art? Does my poop not smell bad? Is my wee sweet as dew? Does a Christian’s profession of faith make faith clear, is an Atheist’s, Hindu’s, or Moslem’s faith real, or might faith span the spectrum of human-based sin that does not honor God, a fraud’s gamble to win? It seems most of God’s children get tempted to steal, and Christ claims all who’ve thought it, have done it, I hear! Your faith’s real when you’re confident, you know the Lord, that this knowledge ‘saves’ you! Or might this be an act you’ll regret and not faith? Isn’t faith “all are saved” by Christ’s death on the cross (that redeems the enslaved from their sin) with one stroke?” Christ’s Grace faith or a fact? You’re so sure, Grace is yours? How can Christ not be floored by the sin (you embrace) in all parts of your life? Your humility’s sick? Your faith’s dying or dead? Is a sicker joke framed than the claim “Grace is mine?” Grace is Christ’s (if it’s real!) the whole world’s valentine! Look! The Bridegroom’s feast comes! Will He want to break bread, greet false friends at the door when He marries His wife? Long Tooth September 27th in 2020

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