Saturday, September 26, 2020
These men are hidden reefs at your love feasts, as they feast with you without shame, shepherding only themselves. They are waterless clouds, swept along by the wind; fruitless trees in late autumn, twice dead, uprooted. They are wild waves of the sea, foaming up their own shame; wandering stars, for whom the blackest darkness has been reserved forever... (Jude 1:12-13)
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