The Richest Man

A rich landowner named Carl often rode around his vast estate so he could congratulate himself on his great wealth. One day while riding around his estate on his favorite horse, he saw Hans, an old tenant farmer. Hans was sitting under a tree when Carl rode by.

Hans said, ‘I was just thanking God for my food.’

Carl protested, ‘If that is all I had to eat, I wouldn’t feel like giving thanks.’

Hans replied, ‘God has given me everything I need, and I am thankful for it.’

The old farmer added, ‘It is strange you should come by today because I had a dream last night. In my dream a voice told me, ‘The richest man in the valley will die tonight.’ I don’t know what it means, but I thought I ought to tell you.’

Carl snorted, ‘Dreams are nonsense,’ and galloped away, but he could not forget Hans’ words: ‘The richest man in the valley will die tonight.’ He was obviously the richest man in the valley, so he invited his doctor to his house that evening. Carl told the doctor what Hans had said. After a thorough examination, the doctor told the wealthy landowner, ‘Carl, you are as strong and healthy as a horse. There is no way you are going to die tonight.’

Nevertheless, for assurance, the doctor stayed with Carl, and they played cards through the night. The doctor left the next morning and Carl apologized for becoming so upset over the old man’s dream. At about nine o’clock, a messenger arrived at Carl’s door.

‘What is it?’ Carl demanded.

The messenger explained, ‘It’s about old Hans. He died last night in his sleep.’

1 Tim 6:8 “And having food And raiment let us be therewith content.

 

1 Cor 5:7 “Purge out therefore the old leaven, that ye may be a new lump, as ye are unleavened. For even Christ our passover is sacrificed for us: …

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A Forever Home (True Story)

Early one morn’ when a tiny pup,
My Mama wept out of control.
With teary eyes she cried, and said,
“Today you’re being sold.”

Still whimpering, she promised,
“You’ll have a ‘great life’ little boy.
Very soon you’ll forget about us,
And be someone’s pride and joy.”

She said, “You’re off to a ‘forever home,’
‘Cause that’s what fur babies do.
That’s Mother Nature’s plan for pups,
You’ll be loved and cared for too.”

But I was only six weeks old,
Way too young to be on my own.
I needed my Mama and litter mates.
I trembled, cried, and moaned.

Those new people were never home.
If they loved me, it didn’t show.
Alone in a cage, I cried all day,
And the hours crept by so slow.

Within a few days we took a trip,
I was dumped where homeless dogs stay.
As I searched their eyes for answers,
They just turned and walked away.

I had been good, even though afraid,
And wondered, “what did I do wrong?”
A baby schnauzer needs lots of love,
And to feel they really belong.

Three whole weeks I bounced around,
As confused as a pup could be.
It wasn’t like Mama promised at all,
A “great life” wasn’t meant for me.

Every day I woke up scared,
Would I move again today?
Why couldn’t anyone love me?
They just kept throwing me away.

Finally two more people arrived,
I sensed only warmth this time.
They scooped me up and kissed me,
And said, “now your life will be divine.”

They took me to a wonderful home,
With another doggy and tons of toys.
They say I’m called a rescue dog,
But mainly I’m a much-loved boy.

At last my “great life” has begun,
And no more will my heart ache.
We snuggle close in bed at night,
And I get kisses when I wake.

My heart smiles in my “forever home,”
And love sparkles in my people’s eyes.
I’m only touched with gentle hands,
And baby Hank never, ever cries.

Credit: Kathleene S. B.

*Thanks Kathleene! 🙂

LET’S TAKE A MOMENT TO REMEMBER THE LORD JESUS DURING THIS TIME OF PASSOVER. REMEMBER WHEN THE DEATH ANGEL PASSED OVER THE PEOPLE’S HOMES IN THE OLD TESTAMENT? WHY? BECAUSE BLOOD FROM A LAMB (PER GOD’S INSTRUCTION) WAS PLACED ABOVE THE DOOR POST. AND THE DEATH ANGEL PASSED OVER THAT HOUSE WHOM HAD THE BLOOD. AND LIKE TODAY, THOSE OF US UNDER THE BLOOD OF JESUS, HE IS OUR SACRIFICE, OUR PROTECTION, OUR LIFE PRESERVED, OUR PASSOVER- REMEMBER IT’S NOT A PAGAN EASTER, BUT A RISEN LORD; OUR PASSOVER. PRAISE GOD! 🙂 🙂

Mt 26:2 “Ye know that after two days is the feast of the passover, and the Son of man is betrayed to be crucified.”

Lk 22:15 “And he said unto them, With desire I have desired to eat this passover with you before I suffer: …

1 Cor 5:7 “Purge out therefore the old leaven, that ye may be a new lump, as ye are unleavened. For even Christ our passover is sacrificed for us: …

Eph 2:16 “And that he might reconcile both unto God in one body by the cross, having slain the enmity thereby: …

Romans 5

12 “Wherefore, as by one man sin entered into the world, and death by sin; and so death passed upon all men, for that all have sinned:

13 (For until the law sin was in the world: but sin is not imputed when there is no law.

14 Nevertheless death reigned from Adam to Moses, even over them that had not sinned after the similitude of Adam’s transgression, who is the figure of him that was to come.

15 But not as the offence, so also is the free gift. For if through the offence of one many be dead, much more the grace of God, and the gift by grace, which is by one man, Jesus Christ, hath abounded unto many.

16 And not as it was by one that sinned, so is the gift: for the judgment was by one to condemnation, but the free gift is of many offences unto justification.

17 For if by one man’s offence death reigned by one; much more they which receive abundance of grace and of the gift of righteousness shall reign in life by one, Jesus Christ.)

18 Therefore as by the offence of one judgment came upon all men to condemnation; even so by the righteousness of one the free gift came upon all men unto justification of life.

19 For as by one man’s disobedience many were made sinners, so by the obedience of one shall many be made righteous.

20 Moreover the law entered, that the offence might abound. But where sin abounded, grace did much more abound:

21 That as sin hath reigned unto death, even so might grace reign through righteousness unto eternal life by Jesus Christ our Lord.”

AND “WHENEVER” YOU DRINK WINE , REMEMBER THE LORD WHEN YOU DRINK !

1 Cor 11:25 “After the same manner also he took the cup, when he had supped, saying, This cup is the new testament in my blood: this do ye, as oft as ye drink it, in remembrance of me. ”

1 Cor 11:26 “For as often as ye eat this bread, and drink this cup, ye do shew the Lord’s death till he come.”

I LOVED YOU ENOUGH….

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‘Someday when my children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates a parent, I will tell them:

I loved you enough to ask where you were going, with whom, and what time you would be home.

I loved you enough to insist that you save your money and buy a bike for yourself even though we could afford to buy one for you.

I loved you enough to be silent and let you discover that your new best friend was a creep.

I loved you enough to make you go pay for the bubble gum you had taken and tell the clerk, “I stole this yesterday and want to pay for it”.

I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours while you cleaned your room, a job that should have taken 15 minutes.

I loved you enough to let you see anger, disappointment and tears in my eyes. Children must learn that their parents are not perfect.

I loved you enough to let you assume the responsibility for your actions even when the penalties were so harsh they almost broke my heart.

But most of all, I loved you enough to say NO when I knew you would hate me for it.

Those were the most difficult battles of all. I am glad I won them, because in the end you won, too. ‘

Prov 22:6 “Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it. “

 
Prov 29:15 “The rod and reproof give wisdom: but a child left to himself bringeth his mother to shame.”

 
Credit: Shirley Hurst — North Carolina

*Thanks Shirley 🙂

A Real Friend?

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A Real Friend Is…

Anyone can stand by you when you are right,
But a Friend will stand by you even when you are wrong.

A simple friend identifies himself when he calls.
A real friend doesn’t have to.

A simple friend opens a conversation
With a full news bulletin on his life.
A real friend says, “What’s new with you?”

A simple friend thinks the problems you whine about are recent.
A real friend says,
“You’ve been whining about the same thing for 14 years.
Get off your duff and do something about it.”

A simple friend has never seen you cry.
A real friend has shoulders soggy from your tears.

A simple friend doesn’t know your parents’ first names.
A real friend has their phone numbers in his address book.

A simple friend brings a bottle of wine to your party.
A real friend comes early to help you cook
And stays late to help you clean.

A simple friend hates it when you call after he has gone to bed.
A real friend asks you why you took so long to call.

A simple friend seeks to talk with you about your problems.
A real friend seeks to help you with your problems.

A simple friend wonders about your romantic history.
A real friend could blackmail you with it.

A simple friend, when visiting, acts like a guest.
A real friend opens your refrigerator and helps himself.

A simple friend thinks the friendship is over
When you have an argument.
A real friend knows that it’s not a friendship until after
You’ve had a fight.

A simple friend expects you to always be there for them.
A real friend expects to always be there for you!

 

Jn 15:13 “Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.”

 
Prov 18:24 “A man that hath friends must shew himself friendly: and there is a friend that sticketh closer than a brother.”

 
Jn 15:15 “Henceforth I call you not servants; for the servant knoweth not what his lord doeth: but I have called you friends; for all things that I have heard of my Father I have made known unto you.”

 
Prov 17:17 “A friend loveth at all times,….”

And Jesus certainly laid down His life for us! Amen or oh me??

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Your State Of Mind…

Determines Your Day

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Outside my window, a new day I see,
And only I can determine
What kind of day it will be.
It can be busy and sunny, laughing with play,
Or boring and cold, unhappy and gray.

My own state of mind is the determining key,
For I am only the person I let myself be.

I can be thoughtful and do all I can to help,
Or be selfish and think just of myself.
I can enjoy what I do and make it seem fun,
Or gripe and complain and make it hard on someone.

I can be patient with those who may not understand
Or belittle and hurt them as much as I can.

But I have faith in the Lord,
And believe what I say
And I personally intend to make the most of each day.

 
Mk 11:23For verily I say unto you, That whosoever shall say unto this mountain, Be thou removed, and be thou cast into the sea; and shall not doubt in his heart, but shall believe that those things which he saith shall come to pass; he shall have whatsoever he saith.”

Prov 23:7 “For as he thinketh in his heart, so is he:….”

*It’s of course, 4th of July weekend. I know many of you who read here are awesome people. I wish we could just sit down and just speak with each other in one big room. But, until that day, this is our room together. Just wanted to wish you all a safe and blessed 4th of July Weekend. Much love to you all in these times. 🙂 – Moraldiplomat

Our ancestors thought their freedom was worth fighting for….we should too! Don’t let anyone foreign or domestic tell you what to do. Help keep this country’s freedoms and rights of the people by the people, and for the people…forever established regardless of the terror that may strike.

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American’s……stop crying OUT!

 

 

 

 

 

Life Cards

*This is not mine but I was captivated while reading it. It’s somewhat long, but to me;…well worth taking that time. Maybe you can be inspired by this and share it with someone you care about. –Moraldiplomat

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Life Cards

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in the room. There were no distinguishing features save for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endlessly in either direction, had very different headings.

As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read “Girls I Have Liked“. I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one.

And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn’t match.

A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching. A file named “Friends” was next to one marked “Friends I Have Betrayed“.

The titles ranged for the mundane to the outright weird. “Books I Have Read“, “Lies I Have Told“, “Comfort I Have Given“, Jokes I Have Laughed At“. Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: “Things I’ve Yelled at My Brothers“. Others I couldn’t laugh at: “Things I Have Done In My Anger“, “Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents“. I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped.

I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my 20 years to write each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own hand writing. Each signed with my signature.

When I pulled out the file marked “Songs I Have Listened To“, I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn’t found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of music, but more by the vast amount of time I knew that file represented.

When I came to a file marked “Lustful Thoughts“, I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: “No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!”

In an insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn’t matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it.

Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh. And then I saw it. The title bore “People I Have Shared the Gospel With“. The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand.

And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that the hurt started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. But then as I pushed away the tears, I saw Him. No, please not Him. Not here.

Oh, anyone but Jesus. I watched helplessly as He began to open the files and read the cards. I couldn’t near to watch His response. And in the moments I could bring myself to look at His face, I saw a sorrow deeper that my own. He seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. Why did He have to read every one?

Finally, He turned and looked at me from across the room. He looked at me with pity in His eyes. But this was a pity that didn’t anger me. I dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. He walked over and put His arm around me. He could have said so many things. But He didn’t say a word.

He just cried with me.

Then He got up and walked back to the wall of files. Starting at one end of the room, He took out a file and, one by one, began to sign His name over mine on each card.

“No!” I shouted rushing to Him. All I could find to say was “No, no,” as I pulled the card from Him. His name shouldn’t be on these cards. But there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. The name of Jesus covered mine.

It was written with His blood.

He gently took the card back. He smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. I don’t think I’ll ever understand how He did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed I heard Him close the last file and walk back to my side. He placed His hand on my shoulder and said, “It is finished.

I stood up, and He led me out of the room. There was no lock on its door. There were still cards to be written.

The Price has been Paid by Him. All He asks for is our hearts in Love-our commitment to Him.

How do I get to Heaven? How do I receive eternal Life?

Know these things to be true and Biblical………

1) Heaven is a free gift.

Rom 6:23 “For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord. ”

2) Man is sinful…

Rom 3:23 “For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of God;…

we cannot save ourselves!

Eph 2:8 “For by grace are ye saved through faith; and that not of yourselves: it is the gift of God:… .”

Prv 16:25 “There is a way that seemeth right unto a man, but the end thereof are the ways of death.”

3) God is a loving God…

1 John 1:14 “…God is love.”

Jer. 33:3 “…for I have loved you with an everlasting love.”

…but He is also holy and must punish sin.

Exodus 34 “He will by no means clear the guilty.”

4) This certain punishment for sin, in all of us, is solved in the person of Jesus Christ…

John 3:16 “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.

…who laid down His life as the perfect sacrifice to pay the penalty of sin for us all.

Isaiah 56 “All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way; and the LORD hath laid on him the iniquity of us all.

God’s grace has been defined thusly: “GRACE“= God’s Riches At Christ’s Expense

The last words spoken by Christ on the cross were…”It is finished…”

-the debt is paid

How is this gift of eternal life received?

5) By placing your trust and faith in Jesus Christ as your personal Savior.

What kind of faith is saving faith? Faith is not an intellectual ascent. Saving faith is also not a crisis faith, where you get in a jam and call on God for a temporary help…then when the crisis is over…so goes your dependence and need for God.

Saving faith is trusting in Jesus Christ alone for salvation and eternal life. Not your own good works or what you can do…but trusting in what Jesus Christ has already done and settled for all of eternity in the heart of the living God.

Rev. 3:20 Jesus said, “Behold, I stand at the door, and knock: if any man hear my voice, and open the door, I will come in to him, and will sup with him, and he with me.”

(Jesus will come in and become part of you by His Holy Spirit.)

What do you do now? Do you sincerely want to receive the gift of eternal life? You don’t have to die and you don’t have to go to hell and be separated from God forever (John 8:51).

The Bible says…”If you believe in your heart and confess with your mouth that Jesus Christ is Lord, you will be saved.

“…”For He is faithful and just to forgive you of all sin.”

All you have to do is pray this simple prayer…

Dear God, I am a sinner. I acknowledge that I cannot save myself. I thank you that you sent Jesus to die on a cross to pay the penalty for my sins. I believe that He is your Son and that he was resurrected from the dead. I believe that He is in Heaven now offering forgiveness. I open my heart and ask Jesus to come into my life as my Savior and my Lord. Thank you God. I ask this in the name of Christ Jesus. Amen.

If you sincerely prayed this prayer, YOU HAVE everlasting life.

John 6:47 Jesus said, “Verily, verily, I say unto you, He that believeth on me hath everlasting life

Welcome to the family of believers. We are not perfect…just forgiven.

 

The Rich Family in Church

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I’ll never forget easter 1946. I was 14, my little sister Ocy was 12, and my older sister Darlene 16. We lived at home with our mother, and the four of us knew what it was to do without many things. My dad had died five years before, leaving Mom with seven school kids to raise and no money. By 1946, my older sisters were married and my brothers had left home. A month before easter the pastor of our church announced that a special easter offering would be taken to help a poor family. He asked everyone to save and give sacrificially. When we got home, we talked about what we could do.

We decided to buy 50 pounds of potatoes and live on them for a month. This would allow us to save $20 of our grocery money for the offering. When we thought that if we kept our electric lights turned out as much as possible and didn’t listen to the radio, we’d save money on that month’s electric bill. Darlene got as many house and yard cleaning jobs as possible, and both of us baby-sat for everyone we could.

For 15 cents we could buy enough cotton loops to make three potholders to sell for $1. We made $20 on potholders. That month was one of the best of our lives. Every day we counted the money to see how much we had saved. At night we’d sit in the dark and talk about how the poor family was going to enjoy having the money the church would give them.

We had about 80 people in church, so figured that whatever amount of money we had to give, the offering would surely be 20 times that much. After all, every Sunday the pastor had reminded everyone to save for the sacrificial offering. The day before easter, Ocy and I walked to the grocery store and got the manager to give us three crisp $20 bills and one $10 bill for all our change. We ran all the way home to show Mom and Darlene. We had never had so much money before. That night we were so excited we could hardly sleep. We didn’t care that we wouldn’t have new clothes for easter; we had $70 for the sacrificial offering. We could hardly wait to get to church!

On Sunday morning, rain was pouring. We didn’t own an umbrella, and the church was over a mile from our home, but it didn’t seem to matter how wet we got. Darlene had cardboard in her shoes to fill the holes. The cardboard came apart, and her feet got wet. But we sat in church proudly. I heard some teenagers talking about the Smith girls having on their old dresses. I looked at them in their new clothes, and I felt rich. When the sacrificial offering was taken, we were sitting on the second row from the front.

Mom put in the $10 bill, and each of us kids put in a $20. As we walked home after church, we sang all the way. At lunch Mom had a surprise for us. She had bought a dozen eggs, and we had boiled easter eggs with our fried potatoes! Late that afternoon the minister drove up in his car. Mom went to the door, talked with him for a moment, and then came back with an envelope in her hand. We asked what it was, but she didn’t say a word. She opened the envelope and out fell a bunch of money.

There were three crisp $20 bills, one $10 and seventeen $1 bills. Mom put the money back in the envelope. We didn’t talk, just sat and stared at the floor. We had gone from feeling like millionaires to feeling like poor white trash. We kids had such a happy life that we felt sorry for anyone who didn’t have our Mom and Dad for parents and a house full of brothers and sisters and other kids visiting constantly.

We thought it was fun to share silverware and see whether we got the spoon or the fork that night. We had two knifes that we passed around to whoever needed them. I knew we didn’t have a lot of things that other people had, but I’d never thought we were poor. That easter day I found out we were.

The minister had brought us the money for the poor family, so we must be poor. I didn’t like being poor. I looked at my dress and worn-out shoes and felt so ashamed–I didn’t even want to go back to church. Everyone there probably already knew we were poor! I thought about school. I was in the ninth grade and at the top of my class of over 100 students. I wondered if the kids at school knew that we were poor. I decided that I could quit school since I had finished the eighth grade. That was all the law required at that time.

We sat in silence for a long time. Then it got dark, and we went to bed. All that week, we girls went to school and came home, and no one talked much. Finally on Saturday, Mom asked us what we wanted to do with the money. What did poor people do with money? We didn’t know. We’d never known we were poor. We didn’t want to go to church on Sunday, but Mom said we had to. Although it was a sunny day, we didn’t talk on the way.

Mom started to sing, but no one joined in and she only sang one verse. At church we had a missionary speaker. He talked about how churches in Africa made buildings out of sun dried bricks, but they needed money to buy roofs. He said $100 would put a roof on a church. The minister said, “Can’t we all sacrifice to help these poor people?” We looked at each other and smiled for the first time in a week. Mom reached into her purse and pulled out the envelope. She passed it to Darlene. Darlene gave it to me, and I handed it to Ocy.

Ocy put it in the offering. When the offering was counted, the minister announced that it was a little over $100. The missionary was excited. He hadn’t expected such a large offering from our small church. He said, “You must have some rich people in this church.” Suddenly it struck us! We had given $87 of that “little over $100.” We were the rich family in the church! Hadn’t the missionary said so? From that day on I’ve never been poor again. I’ve always remembered how rich I am because I have Jesus!

 

 

Jas 2:5 Hearken, my beloved brethren, Hath not God chosen the poor of this world rich in faith, and heirs of the kingdom which he hath promised to them that love him?

 

 
1 Cor 1:27 “But God hath chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise; and God hath chosen the weak things of the world to confound the things which are mighty;…”

 

 

Mt 11:5 “The blind receive their sight, and the lame walk, the lepers are cleansed, and the deaf hear, the dead are raised up, and the poor have the gospel preached to them.”

 

 

Mt 19:21 “Jesus said unto him, If thou wilt be perfect, go and sell that thou hast, and give to the poor, and thou shalt have treasure in heaven: and come and follow me.”

 
Lk 4:18 “The Spirit of the Lord is upon me, because he hath anointed me to preach the gospel to the poor; he hath sent me to heal the brokenhearted, to preach deliverance to the captives, and recovering of sight to the blind, to set at liberty them that are bruised, …”

 
1 Timothy 6:17-19 “Charge them that are rich in this world, that they be not highminded, nor trust in uncertain riches, but in the living God, who giveth us richly all things to enjoy; That they do good, that they be rich in good works, ready to distribute, willing to communicate; Laying up in store for themselves a good foundation against the time to come, that they may lay hold on eternal life.”

 
*Do any of us get so excited to give to others as this family did? No? We should. It should really make you happy to give.

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