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Splintered? Impossible. It doesn't splinter, it- you're probably doing something wrong. Me? If it was me it would never splinter, it's never splintered, eh- when I've used it actually. It wouldn't splinter if I wanted it to, and you're trying to tell me it splintered? Like, I've probably cut this same thing a thousand times, and they all come to me, they say, "Donald, how do you cut it so perfectly?"
Over the years, I've struggled to figure out how it happened and why. I still think about it to this day and am still so shocked that it occurred. Why me? What did I do to deserve this?
That man was Jesus. He assaulted me with His complete and perfect righteousness. He forced Himself on me by forcing His perfect life over my record of mistakes and shame. It happened in an instant- The moment I believed - And it can never be undone.
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