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Do you TRUST God in all details of your life?

Did you vote?

Did you pray?

KEEP PRAYING FOR THE CHURCH IN AMERICA TO FULFILL ITS PURPOSE TO BRING PRAISE, HONOR, GLORY TO THE NAME OF THE MOST HIGH TRIUNE GOD.

 Prayer of confession for all children of God.  

Lord, it is hard to be humble.  We live in a world that encourages pride and self-glorification.  You call us to consider others before considering ourselves, yet the cry of this generation is all too often, "ME FIRST!"  We look for ways to be served, rather than seeking ways we can be servants.  Forgive us, Lord, and make our hearts to be conformed to yours.  Unite us with Christ, who came not to be served, but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many - any one who will accept His free gift of blood sacrifice to bring us into a living relationship with the Most Holy God. It is in the name of Jesus that we humbly pray.  Amen.

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