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God Is With Me. Jesus Is Near. The Spirit Is Greater Than My Fear.

There Is A Fountain Filled With Blood Drawn From Immanuel's Veins. And Those Plunged Beneath That Watery Grave To Drink Of His Blood Will Never Be The Same.

The Sun Began To Set Behind Bethlehem And The Beams Were Breaking Through Some White And Gray Clouds. There Was A Slight And Beautiful Chill From The Autumn Air. I Gave Thanks For That Beautiful Day And For The Fact That The Sun Does Not Know Palestinian From Israeli, Christian From Muslim Or Jew, And Asian From American Or African, And I Asked Myself: If The Sun Shines On All Of Us As One, How Much More Does The Sun's Creator See And Love Us All As One?

Our Lives Hang In The Balance Of Unpredictable Situations. One Minute You're Driving Down The Road Whistling A Tune, The Next Moment The Car Right In Front Of You Spins Out Of Control And Crashes. How You Prepare For Those Unpredictable Occurrences Determines Whether You Live Or Die. Always Leave An Empty Lane To Your Right Or Left For Escape.

When You Step Away From It All, You Lose Perspective.