On Saturday, I was watching television, and there was a guy surrounded by starving children (I think it was Darfur, at least in the vicinity of that); he was trying to raise money to feed them. I stayed tuned, and the show was James Robison's, a guy I tend to mistrust, just from the usual sound of all that.
(NB: I grew up in the same home town of the PTL Club. To the chords of Louie Louie: Jim and Tammy - O-oh Baby, You Gotta Go)
I sure felt, though, that this effort was 100% sincere. If that's the way this religion works, I am all for it.
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