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November 18, 2010

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Mike Wheeler

A fellow employee traded me a dime that wouldn't go into the vending machine. Then later I ran across the same problem again, and traded it off. The next person exclaimed, "Thanks, you just gave me a 1963 silver dime". It looked just like the real thing, but it just didn't have the weight or feel. After a closer look it appeared to be aluminum, probably from one of these promotional mailouts.... I hope that my delivery of the gospel message, often radical by most standards, "bears the weight of truth" to a culture today that wants to hear the real thing. I would rather be silenced, than to come across as counterfeit.

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