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I worked in a hog-slaughtering factory for a year when I first came to plant this church. The boss’s adult son used to walk around wearing a white hat and barking orders at everyone but none of the workers respected him the way they did his dad. They knew he was just a pretender. If not for daddy he had neither the intelligence nor the ambition to achieve the level of his birthright. The same can often be seen when the son of a great minister takes the helm of his
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