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As far back as I can remember I’ve been a worker. When I was in the 3rd grade I went around collection bottles for there redeeming value. In the 4th grade I ordered flower seed and sold them for a measly pence and bought something from the catalog in the ‘Boys Life’ magazine. Once while in High School, a circus came to town and placed an ad in the local paper. ” Come earn good money for putting up tents”, was that a joke, I think I got $6.00 for an all days work, to construct a ‘peep show’ tent. They also offered free admission, if I came back later. I was to young at the time. At 19 my dad told me if I wanted to drive something other than the family car, I had to pay for one, with my own money. I bought a 1968 Cougar. What, you didn’t expect me to buy a VW did you? The Cougar cost $1700 and I paid for every penny of it.
Eph. 2:8 For by grace you have been saved through faith; and that not of yourselves, it is the gift of God; 9 not as a result of works, that no one should boast. To me that means that there isn’t anything I can do to earn my salvation! It’s a gift, but that doesn’t mean I should stop working. In order to carry on this gospel message some work is going to have to be done. I have to go and tell someone for it to be heard. Money has to be earned to buy bibles, doors have to be knocked on to tell the message. I wasn’t saved to set on my butt while the pastor does all the work in the pulpit. Posted by Steve Waltrip
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