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4 Accounts of A Massive Healing of the Sick Miracle

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Without a doubt the greatest miracle of our time was depicted in the Christmas film “Miracle on 34 th Street,” where Santa strayed recklessly into Cupid’s territory and fell in love with a beautiful couple or something. The second undisputed greatest miracle of all time was the “Miracle On Ice,” where American Hockey really rallied and crushed several lab-grown clones of Ivan Drago. Yes. Yes that definitely sounds right to me. While we’re listing Miracles – Miracle Whip. It’s been magically making dry sandwiches edible since 1933. If you don’t count miracles involving Santa-spun romance, unlikely hockey victories or delicious sandwich paste – well then you have to turn to religion to find more. There are miracles aplenty tucked comfortably in religious history. Money showing up in fish exactly on time – that’s one. People literally glowing when the spirit flows through them – that’s another. And let’s not forget about seer stones . That’s a big ‘un right there too. But

Best Song Ever of the Whenever - Liam Gallagher's Chinatown

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Liam Gallagher's been in a musical flurry in 2017. He's pumped out three new singles in as many months and has a new album, his first solo, dropping in mere weeks. What a fine time to be alive! His song Chinatown, as seen below, well it's smooth, it's cool, and perhaps most importantly - it's tip-top! TIP-TOP!

5 Fates of Some Joseph Smith Carthage Mobbers

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Murder hung in the Carthage air on June 27, 1844. Joseph and Hyrum Smith were locked up. Gone were the days of seer stones , angels on command and Joseph himself emitting light . The end was at hand. John Taylor and Willard Richards were bunked-up too. Outside approximately 200 men were hiding their features with wet, black gunpowder. Their aim was to kill and be home in time for dinner. Here’s a painted picture of the ensuing horror: “Reaching the top of the stairs and assuming the door locked, the mobbers fired at the latch, shattering the door’s edge. Inside, the Prophet, Willard Richards, and John Taylor jumped back to the wall. Almost at the same time, a ball came through the door and hit Hyrum in the face. From the outside, a second ball hit him in the back. He fell full length to the floor, face up. “I am a dead man,” he murmured. “The Prophet dropped to his brother. “Oh! my poor, dear brother Hyrum,” he groaned. The deep look of sympathy on Joseph’s face fastened itse