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Simon tells the story of Judson Cornwall, an American Pentecostal preacher who, after the war, was invited to speak at a renewal conference in Germany.
But Cornwall had a deep seated grudge against the Germans and simply threw the invitation into the bin.
Remarkably, when his wife emptied the
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Anglican
Contributed by Paul Steen on May 19, 2013
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YOU’RE GOING TO PLAY BASEBALL THIS SUMMER
Joshua 14:12, James 2:26
A little boy named Jimmy was about 13 years old. He grew up with his brother in a very poor family not too far from downtown. Their dad was very sick and could not work. They had food to eat every morning and evening, but he and
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Calvary Chapel
Contributed by Keith Broyles on Nov 24, 2008
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BLESSINGS FROM HURRICANE IKE
Tuesday I went out, by myself at first, but later in the day Cindy went with me, to check on many of you. No, I didn’t make it everywhere, but I did make it out I think to most of the communities where we have members. As I visited with folks, and even more folks
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Methodist
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This two-part story can frame a message on heaven, hope or the resurrection.
The 1989 Armenian earthquake needed only 4 minutes to flatten the nation and kill 30,000 people. Moments after the deadly tremor ceased, a father raced to an elementary school to save his son. When he arrived, he saw that
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Presbyterian/Reformed
Contributed by Sermon Central on Jun 18, 2007
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A young girl grows up on a cherry orchard just above Traverse City, Michigan. Her parents, a bit old-fashioned, tend to overreact to her nose ring, the music she listens to, and the length of her skirts. They ground her a few times, and she seethes inside. "I hate you" she screams at her father
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Contributed by Sermon Central on Dec 16, 2001
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Listen, son: I am saying this as you lie asleep, one little paw crumpled under your cheek and blond curls stickily wet on your damp forehead. I have stolen into your room alone. Just a few minutes ago, as I sat reading my paper in the library, a stifling wave of remorse swept over me. Guiltily I
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