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A Texas Pastor got the flu and it left his windpipe so damaged he could no longer preach so he had to resign from the pastorate. Doctors said he would never recover. Despite his weak raspy voice his Sunday school class asked him to preach. Then this happened:

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Smash Baals2 years ago

Thanks @bendellwerry for sending this

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De Jong2 years ago

My cessationism is getting a bit squishy watching this.

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Dave2 years ago

Don’t you EVER make me cry in front of my friends again!

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Sean K. Davis2 years ago

Thank you for this. Such a beautiful, powerful moment. Our God is good! :)

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steven wales2 years ago

I was there. Duane had been around the world seeing doctors. A book deal that fell through because he could not speak well to do a book tour. The former singer could barely scratch out a word. He was depressed. Spent the day before this recording thinking about suicide...

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J F2 years ago

I think someone is cutting some onions or something. Shew we! We serve an Awesome God!

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Gabriel Hughes2 years ago

I heard this on the radio years ago, and I could not remember where I heard it or whom it was about. Thanks for posting it.

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The Resource 💎2 years ago

God has a Glorious sense of humor!

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Altered Perspective2 years ago

Glory to the king, hallelujah

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