In the age of superstars, super preachers, and super department stores it is give me, give me, give me and I want, I want, I want. A need never enters into the equation, only the desire of having it all. So either give it to me, or I will take it because I deserve it. Never mind about earning something or caring about someone other than you. Everything is temporal and instant. Forget about love if it isn’t spelled with a dollar sign. We live in a world of wal-king dead. The emptiness and shallow existence of being spoiled, prideful, and arrogant prevails over contentment and satisfaction with God’s will for our life. How sad is the existence of being about self, which is the road to desolation and the next-door neighbor to an abomination. We are a breed of rotten
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