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Saints of God, those who have been bought by the shed blood of our Lord Jesus Christ, having been predestined from the foundations of the world to be conformed into His image by His sovereign pleasure, may your eyes continually be opened to see the spiritual death of unconverted souls all around you. These individuals are like wild waves of the sea, casting up foam of their own shame; like wandering stars, for whom the gloom of utter darkness has been reserved forever, who await the fiery judgement of eternal hell. Oh my brothers and sisters, have our hearts become so calloused that we do not even shed a tear for the terror that awaits the unrepentant heart? Have our hearts become so desensitized that we do not fly to God in holy prayer with an agonizing soul for those who are under divine judgement? Oh the sinfulness of sin, how it has cast a spell on God’s own children. Yes, upon His own sons and daughters who have the Holy Spirit dwelling in them, whose hearts have been open to divine truth and the revelation of the reality of this day, when God will tread the winepress of His fury upon those who have rejected His Son, Jesus Christ.

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Some people refer to this time of year as football season. I think a more appropriate name would be yell-at-the-TV season. I watch Chad pace and fret and jump up and sink down and clap and do a little jig in the living room quite often this time of year. I joke that as a Cowboys fan he spends most Sunday nights crying into his pillow. The truth is that it’s easy for Chad and other die hard fans to sit on their couches and see everything that a football player should have done. It’s easy for them to scoff at the way a player couldn’t hang onto the ball or to hold court in their plaid pajama pants about the way a quarterback just couldn’t deliver on that Hail Mary that might’ve turned everything around. How many football fans have sat around eating pizza and drinking Dr. Pepper, hollering advice to the elite athletes of the world? This time of year, armchair quarterbacking seems to be one of America’s favorite pastimes.

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