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Tell Him What He's Won

It had been years, but sickness pushed me to it. I watched Lingo with game show host Chuck Woolery. In case you're wondering, he still looks the same as he did when he hosted Scrabble. Game shows crack me up because the host sits there and does very little. He gets a little information from the contestants, flirts with the ladies, and tells them if they win or lose. That's it. But for some reason, they have assistants, usually a lady who has no skill other than pushing buttons and looking pretty, and a guy too ugly to put on screen, but with a great sounding announcer voice.

This announcer guy usually 'tells them what they've won.' And because Chuck and his good-time buddies, the hosts, need a breather, announcer guy comes in and lists all this great stuff that the winners are about to be taxed on.

It reminds me of what I read in the book of Deuteronomy just a few days ago. Moses is listing all the stuff God's going to give the winners, I mean Israelites. The Israelites were about to farm land that had already been prepared, drink water from wells already dug, live in homes, fully furnished, that had already been built. Sounds pretty nice.

But that's not all... if you act now, all foreign armies will be routed for you by God, all diseases will land somewhere else, and you will be very, very rich. It's just as easy as spinning a wheel or guessing a letter.

How much are we like this without realizing it? We hear people say that they work for everything they got, but that's not really true. We may have done some work, but the real work has already been done by Jesus Christ. And the prizes in store for us are tax-free.

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