He’s a policeman, a soldier, a programmer, a farmer, a murderer, a priest and a politician. He is anything that he wants to be. He’s a salesman by day and an author by night.
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There is a silent B in debt.
I don’t use a charge card because I am allergic to bees.
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Most people’s efforts to defend their faith are based in fear because the defender lacks the bone-deep assurance of their faith and their relationship with G-d.
You cannot fight the good fight if you don’t believe in the cause.
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When I die, grind my bones and mix them with concrete. Pour me into a sidewalk and let people continue to walk on me.
Be careful! One day, when I have had enough, my hand will reach up and grab your ankle and I will pull you into a shallow grave.
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I can taste colors and hear dog thoughts.
That makes me special.
Now can I ride the short bus?
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A Christian told me the other day, “You’re intolerant!”
I looked him in the eye and said, “Yeah, and you’re not!”
He didn’t get it.
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