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Originally Posted by Jeb Stuart Thurmond
You walk into Moe's Tavern (unrelated to the one on the simspons. This one doesn't serve alcohol either, or at least not the kind that causes drunken revelry. Maybe there's depressed drunks, but no revelery.)
As you are served some non-alcoholic mead by a rosy-cheecked, buxon, modestly and morally dressed wench, you think about your wanderlust, no, your wanderduty.
And then, he enters.
He is unmistacable, his rippling manliness emanates across the room, testoserone strong enough to strip paint with, his hair so silky it creates it's own wind to caress it. Yes, this man is so manly you fear you will become impregnated by mere eye contact. Such raw, relentless masculinity that raging bulls feel emasculated and even the firmest parts of the Washington Monument wither in comparism. Here before you stands patriotism incarnate, then paragon of the Red, White and Blue, Pastor Ezekiel Flint.
And he has a Crusade for you.
Dare you answer The Call?
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I would follow Jesus anywhere. I would do whatever He commands of me. I will never, ever turn my back on Him. I will never, ever resist obedience, nor would I hesitate a moment to think it over. My life for my Savior. My body for my Savior. My mind for my Savior. He can have my happiness, my memories, my will, and my all, for He is my All and I love Him! I love Him so much I would kill or die for Him. Kill or die. As He commands.