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Sunday, November 28, 2004

Pitseleh #2

“I’m so angry. I don’t know if it will pass.” Who is my neighbor? I shook your hand. You were dressed in Sunday best. Said you were so happy to see me. But your eyes had already trailed to the next hand to shake behind me. I was broken, bruised, bleeding. Lying in the gutter. Are you a partner with the ministry. Well, umm, no. I just moved here. Well, we really do not have the time for your troubles, but you are important so let me pray with you. Never heard from you again. You are not my neighbor.
Peter 3:24 PM

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