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Merry Christmas

Make no mistake, in spite of 2020's terror, God's Mercy is being served on planet earth.* Every morning, day after day, year after year, God's magnanimous mercies are endless. Righteousness exalts nations, and its departure automatically engenders humiliation. Rebellion is in the heart of man, and redemption lies at the core of the heart of God. Yesterday, The Savior's birth; today, He lives; tomorrow, King of Kings-Lord of Lords returns. Countries, emperors, kings, queens, presidents, premiers, dictators, Caesars, or czars. History repeats itself because rulers seem unable to do things differently; God's way. Reasons and rhymes, crimes and times keep turning like the globe of the world. I do not anticipate nor expect lasting peace until the coming of The Prince Of Peace. So it is written, so shall it be done; every knee shall bow to The Virgin born Christ Child. The fulness of time is rapidly approaching, and neither your vote nor mine will stop it. Mortal men, the whole breed of Adam's seed, have constantly fought against God. And we are getting closer to the end than we ever realized, when Christ will rule. Saints and sinners, popes and potentates, elects and elites; all will submit to Christ. 112320PS *I pray that we will let nothing, absolutely nothing, take 'The Merry' out of our '2020 Christmas'

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