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One Day As Father And I Were Returning From Our Walk We Found The Grote Markt Cordoned Off By A Double Ring Of Police And Soldiers. A Truck Was Parked In Front Of The Fish Mart; Into The Back Were Climbing Men, Women, And Children, All Wearing The Yellow Star. . . . "father! Those Poor People!" I Cried. . . . "those Poor People," Father Echoed. But To My Surprise I Saw That He Was Looking At The Solders Now Forming Into Ranks To March Away. "i Pity The Poor Germans, Corrie. They Have Touched The Apple Of God's Eye.

Satan Sometimes Suggests That An Offering Will Satisfy God, When In Fact He Is Demanding Our All.

The Tree On The Mountain Takes Whatever The Weather Brings. If It Has Any Choice At All, It Is In Putting Down Roots As Deeply As Possible."---each New Day

On The Other Hand, I Have Never Before So Learned To Know The Lord Jesus As A Tender, Loving Friend, Who Never Forsakes Us Or Casts Us Off When We Are Bad, But Rather Helps Us To Gain The Mastery Over Sin.

When He Tells Us To Love Our Enemies He Gives, Along With The Command, The Love Itself.