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It is said
an infidel defied God during a fearful storm, by baring his bosom and looking
upward, shaking his fist at God, cursing and saying, "If there is a God,
I dare Him to strike me!" Did God do it? Oh, no! He would not waste His
lightning on a fellow like that. When he ceased his blasphemous ravings and
started into the house, he sucked a little black gnat down his windpipe and
choked to death. Just a gnat to care for him. He was just an independent,
blasphemous fool. |
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From:
Dressed Up Sin, by W. M. Tidwell |