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Dan, Grandad Adam and Grandma Eve reduced perfection to imperfection with one act of disobedience...
...we've been living with the woeful results since the garden.
Sorry, but an old song comes to mind...
This world is not my home,
I'm just a passin' through,
My treasures are laid up,
Some where beyond the blue.
The angels beckon me,
From heaven's open door,
And I can't feel at home,
In this world anymore.
What we're discussing in this post is the fact that "passin' through" is so very difficult...
...except for the mercy of God.....
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