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God's waiting on us to show up. God's waiting on a Saturday morning or on a Friday evening to drive all the way. He's waiting for us to go up to the altar and looking around and seeing the man banging on his chest and air drum and trying to figure out why is that man looking like such a such a dummy to realize that, oh, he's dancing out of his grave clothes. Maybe I ought to dance out of mine. Maybe I ought to jump and shout out of my grave clothes because my past is erased and my name is changed. And I've got that testimony so I'm gonna show it.