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Let me tell you about my New Years memories. Some are crazy and some are sill but always fresh.
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Acts 15:
The Council’s Letter to Gentile Believers
22 Then the apostles and elders, with the whole church, decided to choose some of their own men and send them to Antioch with Paul and Barnabas. They chose Judas (called Barsabbas) and Silas, men who were leaders among the believers. 23 With them they sent the following letter:The apostles and elders, your brothers,
To the Gentile believers in Antioch, Syria and Cilicia:
Greetings.
24 We have heard that some went out from us without our authorization and disturbed you, troubling your minds by what they said. 25 So we all agreed to choose some men and send them to you with our dear friends Barnabas and Paul— 26 men who have risked their lives for the name of our Lord Jesus Christ. 27 Therefore we are sending Judas and Silas to confirm by word of mouth what we are writing. 28 It seemed good to the Holy Spirit and to us not to burden you with anything beyond the following requirements: 29 You are to abstain from food sacrificed to idols, from blood, from the meat of strangled animals and from sexual immorality. You will do well to avoid these things.
Farewell.
30 So the men were sent off and went down to Antioch, where they gathered the church together and delivered the letter. 31 The people read it and were glad for its encouraging message. 32 Judas and Silas, who themselves were prophets, said much to encourage and strengthen the believers. 33 After spending some time there, they were sent off by the believers with the blessing of peace to return to those who had sent them. [34] [d] 35 But Paul and Barnabas remained in Antioch, where they and many others taught and preached the word of the Lord.
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Temporary Bomb by David J. Avila
Wide eyed, I watched my rotund wife roll down the stairs like a giant beach ball. At the foot of the stairs, Mary moaned and muttered to me, “Plan Samson, hand me the button.” I did what I am told as I always do and fetched the self-destruct button for our home and handed it to her. Without care she depressed the red button. It clicked once, twice and three times before she looked at me disappointed. I took the control from her and removed the safety latch and handed it back to her. I closed my eyes real tight.
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Temporary Bomb by David J. Avila
Three dozen men hiding in plain sight, wait for my wife, Mary Martin, to come home. She steps out of her minivan and the streets burst to life with a tidal wave of officers rushing toward her. Mary breaks into a full sprint and enters the front door screaming, “Plan Samson! Plan Samson!”
She bounds for the basement. Unable or unwilling to stop, she smashes through the basement door and tumbles down the stairs, shrieking and cursing the whole way down the stairs. Federal agents were not far behind her with weapons drawn and yelling about warrants and seeing hands.
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