The Kiss

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  “Ryabovitch pulled the bed-clothes over his head, curled himself up in bed, and tried to gather together the floating images in his mind and to combine them into one whole. But nothing came of it. He soon fell asleep, and his last thought was that someone had caressed him and made him happy—that something extraordinary, foolish, but joyful and delightful, had come into his life. The thought did not leave him even in his sleep. When he woke up the sensations of oil on his neck and the chill of peppermint about his lips had gone, but joy flooded his heart just as the day before.” The Kiss By Anton Chekhov (1860–1904)

Authority of the Bible

"Trying to destroy or defend the Word of God is like two men with toothpicks on either side of the Rock of Gilbraltar. One is trying to push it over with his tootpick and the other is trying to hold it up with his toothpick. The Rock is going to stay firm regardless of either man."

--Doc Henry, Lake Ray Hubbard Bible Church

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