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We never get grown. We always belong to the Lord, and we belong to him. Because one Friday on a hill called Calvary, he let them put nails in his hand. He let them ribbing his feet. He died on the cross. They buried him. But early Sunday morning, he got up with all power in his hand, and he showed to him again the third time. Peter, do you love me? I'm getting ready to go. I'm going back. I'm going back. But my church must march on, and through many dangers, toils and snails, we've already come, because Jesus is in the blessing business.