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Recipe For Peace
Preaching
Distinctively Different
"There is no God!" blatantly he shouted. He would cross his arms and scream up into heaven, "If there is a God, let him strike me dead!" Then he would wait defiantly for that which he knew would not happen. Bob was the most crude, profane, and distasteful person I had ever met. I met him in my third summer in the Republic Steel Mill in Gadsden, Alabama, working to earn money to go back to college to study for the ministry. And, oh, when he found out I was a young preacher! "Preachers are all liars," he spouted. "They all are just after your money.

