My friend Eugene has a black belt in martial arts. During a sermon taping, I once held a block of wood as tightly as I could, right in front of my face, while Eugene did a 360-degree spin and splintered the wood with a roundhouse kick. I will never do that again. I did not know how fast a foot could move. I also believed that I would never…
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