When I was a young Christian the Lord gave me a vision in prayer. I saw a chicken with its head cut off, running round and round in circles, bleeding.
The Lord spoke to me and said, "This is a picture of My Church. Man has cut Me off from being Head, but, even though it is wounded, the Body continues to do its own thing."
Two of my family members who are vets say that the video must be a hoax, and they're probably right, but the idea's still valid.
There are few friends on the Way to freedom; most people would rather endure comfortable bondage in the arms of the System in the wide valley far below than experience the danger liberty offers. There, on the narrow path on the mountain it just keeps getting narrower until we have ditched every burden that drags us back and spend more time crawling on our knees than we do walking.
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