At a meeting one night a little over thirty years ago, we were studying something or other in the New Testament, part of a series of connected studies. I don't remember what the subject of that night's study was � something or other that Jesus had said. What it wasn't will be a vivid memory as long as I live.
As usual, we'd welcomed a new-comer who'd come a few times before and had fidgeted and frowned more each time. That night, he leapt to his feet and stomped out after denouncing us loudly for not studying or even mentioning miracles. His last words were "Come ye out from among them and be ye separate, saith the Lord!" I've always wondered how he managed to tolerate us as long as he had.
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