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Sean Experiences Grace

(This could be a skit) This story never happened, but if you can place yourself in the story and experience the feelings of Sean, you?ll begin to grasp today?s topic.  Sean is a 9th grader who?s secretly crazy about (name the latest dream girl that guys generally concur is a babe) Brittany. He keeps track of her concert schedule so that he can snatch up the best seats whenever her band plays in a nearby town. He knows he has no chance to go out with her. He?s a nobody ?a lowly freshman in a nowhere town with no connections. He might as well be invisible at school. If he were to transfer out tomorrow, no one would care or even notice. He?s not athletic, academically inclined or physically attractive. Sean can?t even get the attention of the middle school girls in his neighborhood, much less a star. He knows he?s a loser. But hey, when it comes to Brittany, it never hurts to dream.

So one evening after supper he?s listening to a CD on his bed when he gets this phone call from a girl who claims she?s Brittany. Now Sean may not be that bright, but he?s no idiot. He knows that the freshman cheerleaders are probably having a sleepover and making prank calls. His little sister must have ratted on him about the Brittany posters in his room. So he just plays along with the gag. 
The girl says, ?Hey Sean, I?ve seen you at several of my concerts and for some reason I couldn?t get you off my mind. So I had one of my bodyguards trace you down and get the scoop on you. He tells me you?re a pretty nice guy. I know this must seem weird with me calling you and stuff. But this Hollywood crowd is so artificial, so plastic. For just once I?d like to go out with a decent guy, talk about normal stuff and not have to worry about someone just using me to break into a music career.?
So after about 20 minutes of small-talk, she makes her move. ?So Sean, would you like to get together sometime?? 
Sean, deciding to play along with the gag, replies?Well, let me look over my DayTimer?. (He flips some pages of a phone book to make some noise.) ?I?ve got Friday night free the week after next.? 
There?s a pause and she says, ?Looks good on my schedule too. I suppose you?re too young to drive. Mind if I pick you up at your place?? 
?Sounds great!? says Sean. 
After they hang up he starts getting depressed. What kind of a future could a guy have who is always the end of someone?s joke? 
After a couple of weeks he sort of gets over it, although every time he hears some girls laughing in the lunchroom, he assumes they?re laughing at him. 
So come Friday night he?s at home trying to find a quiet room away from his 13-year-old sister?s friends, who are having a sleepover. Then the doorbell rings. His sister answers and all the sudden the giggly girls go silent. It?s one of those silences that?s so silent that it?s loud. You know what I mean? Sean walks into the living room to find Brittany standing there, surrounded by a bunch of speechless 13-year-old girls. She looks over to see Sean and asks, ?Well, are you ready?? A million thoughts race through his mind. ?Just a moment,? he says. Mm?mmm?make yourself at home. ?And Sis, could you and the girls keep Brittany company while I finish getting ready? He walks casually to his room, which becomes a tornado of activity to prepare for a date his wildest imaginations could have never dreamed possible.  
Do you know what Sean just experienced? The biblical word is ?grace.? There are several ways the word grace is used in the Bible, but one way is when a great, important person is willing to step down and help a lesser person who is in need. 
And what do you think is Sean?s emotional response when the girl of his dreams, a girl who?s totally out of his league, actually accompanies him on what turns out to be the first of many dates? (He?s totally blown away. He?s astonished. He?s amazed. He?s speechless.) 
And you know what? One of the foundational keys to living the Christian life is to understand just how much lower, how much less deserving we are than Sean, how much greater God is than Brittany, and how much more God went through to find us and have a relationship with us. If we truly grasp that, we?ll understand why John Newton wrote a song and named it  ?Amazing Grace.? You?ll be so astounded, dumbfounded, and speechless that your life will never again be the same. (Steve Miller, from ?Grace? series in Legacy Curriculum)

Movie Clip: Les Miserables on Grace

(Leader: It would be more effective to use this actual clip. It is a powerful scene.) In a scene from the movie ?Les Miserables,? a released prisoner appears at the door of an elderly couple?s house, needing a place to stay.  They allow him to spend the night. But during the night a vivid dream about the horror of his time in prison wakes him, leaving him in a state of panic. In desperation, he steals their silverware in order to be have enough money to make it to his destination. The old man awakes, catching him in the act. The thief knocks him to the floor, unconscious. 
In the next scene the police arrive at the old couple?s home with the stolen silverware and the hopeless thief in handcuffs. The police tell the old man the thief?s unbelievable story: that the silverware was given to him. The old man responds, ?I?m disappointed in you.? (And we all assume that his next words will condemn the man to return to the horrid prison. But instead, the old man shocks us with his response.) ?I?m disappointed because I told you to take the candle holders as well.? The police respond incredulously, ?So he was telling the truth?? ?Of course,? the old man replied. In shocked disbelief, the prisoner regains his freedom on the word of the old man.

A Humiliated Principle and Grace

Imagine that Sunday you the spend night with a friend whose parents are out of town. You get into his father?s liquor, party all night, and begin ranting and raving about how the school?s a boring prison and someone needs to liven things up. So early Monday morning, thoroughly drunk, you break into the father?s gun collection and head to the school. You go into the principal?s office and make an announcement over the intercom that classes are cancelled but a party is taking place in the cafeteria. You take the principle hostage and publically humiliate him, covering his face with chocolate pudding and making him crawl over the lunch tables, barking like a dog. You exit through the computer lab, shooting up all the computers, spray painting obscenities against the principal as you leave.  
From that point on, most everything?s a blur until the next morning when you wake up in the local prison. You quickly realize that the party?s over. An officer stops by to inform you that although fortunately no one was injured, you and your friend did about $1,500,000.00 damage to the school and you so humiliated the principal that he didn?t come back to school the next day. 
Now close your eyes and try to picture yourself sitting in the holding cell. As you sober up and realize what you?ve done, you shudder. You know that you?ll spend a good portion of the rest of your life in prison. And to make matters worse, your scuzzy-looking cellmate has been looking you over a little too fondly. Just when you think matters could get no worse, the officer stops back by and says, ?Hey, I just got word of who your judge is gonna be. It?s judge Griffiths, fondly known around here as ?The Hanging Judge.? No one ever gets a break from him. You may not know him, but you probably know his son. He?s the principal at your school! That?s right, the one you totally humiliated in front of the students and faculty!? Whatever hope you had of getting off the hook has now been dashed. 
But then the Principal shows up with an officer, wanting to speak to you alone. He looks at you kindly and says, ?I?ve always believed in you, and I still believe in you. I?ve refused to press charges. I?m a wealthy man and will pay for all the repairs. You?re a free man.?  In a moment of time, you go from hopeless despair to ecstasy. You deserved everything bad, but he gave you everything good. How would you treat that principle from now on?

So, we are all miserable sinners who deserve punishment. What do we expect when we come before the righteous Judge? Punishment. But what does he offer? Grace and forgiveness. But it goes way beyond what the gracious forgiveness that the principal showed.
? Copyright 2002 Steve Miller - All Rights Reserved

Martin Luther Finds Grace

A short, stocky teenager named Martin Luther was like a lot of other boys. He enjoyed a good time, loved music and the beautiful outdoors, played an instrument, and worked hard enough at his studies to be able to make it into law school. You?d have thought he had everything going for him. But no matter how good things looked on the outside, he couldn?t find peace in his heart. You see, his parents and the folks at church had taught him that in order to make it to heaven he had to 1) do enough good deeds and 2) pay off his bad deeds. But no matter how hard he tried, doubts and fears plagued Martin because even though he was a good kid, he could never be certain that he?d been good enough deserve heaven.  
After feeling really down for about six months, he was walking to the university one day when a storm suddenly developed and a bolt of lightning struck him to the ground. Assuming that God was trying to get his attention, he decided to do the most sacrificial thing that he could in order to be on God?s good side. He vowed to become a monk. It didn?t matter that the decision enraged his dad and disappointed his teachers. He figured you don?t fool around with God. So he didn?t waste any time. In two weeks he entered a monastery. And not just any monastery, an especially strict monastery. And Martin wasn?t just any monk. He was an especially strict monk. Martin wanted to do everything possible to make sure he could avoid hell and achieve heaven.  
He wore rough clothing and limited his food, sometimes not eating at all for three days straight. He worked by day, had devotions at night, prayed seven times a day, and committed not to marry. Do you get the picture? This was no Carnival Cruise Ship. If anyone could have worked his way to heaven, Martin could have. But do you know what? Even after ten years of incredible performance for God in the monastery, he still couldn?t find peace. How could he ever know if he had remembered to confess every single sin, or if he had confessed each one sincerely enough?  Eventually, he began to hate God ? this all-powerful judge that he could never satisfy. 
But everything changed when Martin was given the responsibility of teaching the Bible. By listening more to what the Bible said about God than believing what other people told him about God, he began to slowly discover what he had totally missed his whole life ? the grace of a loving God. His change of mind began when he was teaching Psalms. In one prophetic psalm showed him that the Son of God came to earth and experienced what it?s like to be forsaken by God.  Jesus had experienced the same forsaken emotion that Martin felt!  Finally he began to see the mercy of God. 
Then he began to teach the book of ?Romans? and discovered that salvation didn?t come by our own good deeds. Instead God  forgives us only by His grace because of Jesus? death for us.  Now it all made sense. He no longer had to work for his salvation! He no longer had to wonder if he had done enough to earn heaven. Jesus had already paid his way!
Martin Luther was never again the same. Finally he could get excited about his gracious God. Finally he could find the peace he had always sought. In fact, he got so excited that he stood against the corrupt, powerful church of his time. He put his life on the line by defying both his religious and civil authorities, starting a spiritual revolution that has impacted us to this day.   
 A lot of his life reads like an action/adventure movie. He sometimes had to disguise himself to avoid being murdered. Once his friends kidnapped him and took him to live in a castle for his own safety. 
One day the emperor of the Holy Roman Empire ordered him to appear before a meeting of princes and other important people, who demanded that he deny his teachings. But he stood his ground before the Emperor and said,

?Unless I am convinced by the testimony of the Scriptures or by clear reason?I am bound by the Scriptures I have quoted and my conscience is captive to the Word of God. I cannot and I will not retract anything, since it is neither safe nor right to go against conscience. I cannot do otherwise.?

Today, over 400 years after Luther?s death, he is considered one of the most influential men who ever walked the face of the earth. He?s in your school history texts because you can?t understand Western Civilization without understanding Martin Luther. He changed the course of religious history, both for the Catholic and Protestant church. He wrote songs that are still sung today. People still study his books. Web sites are devoted to him. But he would have never left his mark on the world had he failed to discover God?s grace. 
Do you want to be a mover and shaker and leave a mark on the world like Luther? Do you want to have his boldness to make your stand when it seems everyone else is falling?  To share his impact and power, you?ve first got to tap into his discovery of grace. (Sources: Roland H. Bainton, Here I Stand: A Life of Martin Luther, Abingdon Press, Nashville, pp. xii-63; World Book Encyclopedia)
? Copyright 2002 Steve Miller - All Rights Reserved

Prodigal Son in Modern Setting

In Luke 15 we find Jesus talking to whoever will listen and eating with people that the religious big shots despised: tax gatherers and sinners. The religious crowd grumbles about it and Jesus tells them a story in verses 11-32 to explain God?s heart for sinners. I?ll put it in a modern setting, reading it as part of a letter that a young 19-year-old named Neal writes to his brother about his previous year.

Alternative: Instead of reading this ?letter,? play the ?Prodigal Son Suite? by Keith Green. This powerful song goes through the life of the Prodigal Son in a way that only Keith Green could present it. 
Dear Brother,

I want you to know exactly what happened to me over the past year, so that you can avoid the hell I went through. After my high school graduation, I sat down with dad for a little father-son talk about my future. I wore a conservative pair of khaki pants and a collared knit shirt. You know, the routine we always did when we wanted something from dad. I convinced him that a few of my friends and I had been planning to launch a computer business for some time and we felt it was time to strike now while the market?s hot. Then I gave him that apologetic look, like I didn?t feel quite right about asking this, but then looked him in the eye and asked, ?Could I take the money you set aside for my college and my portion of the inheritance and use it to pursue this dream?? 
I knew dad?s emotions would be mixed. You know how much he wanted us to do the college thing.  And he really didn?t want to risk me losing that money that he hoped I would use take care of him in his old age. But I reminded him about how he always told us of his regrets that he played it so safe in life, managing someone else?s print shop instead of taking the risk to set up his own. 
Perhaps just seeing his oldest child sitting there in the living room, nicely dressed, speaking to him man to man about a feasible business simply overwhelmed him. Whatever the case, after spending a few days looking over the business plan (that I?d found on the internet), he took me to the bank and transferred an incredible $600,000.00 over to my name. I looked him sincerely in the eye and said, ?I won?t let you down.? At that moment dad probably relished in what he considered one of those father-son moments that he?d always look back on fondly. His son?s transition into manhood. The beginning of a business venture that would surely make him proud to be my father. 
But behind a sincere expression my hard heart was saying, ?Stupid old man. He?s worked fifty hours a week making his employer rich while he?s lived a frugal life in order to save for a retirement that might never happen.  Somebody needs to enjoy this wealth before it all disappears into a nursing home.? 
I was already packed, so I lit out of town without even calling to say goodbye. I thought of no one but myself. My whole world centered around me.  As I left the Baxley city limits, I rolled down my window, clinched my fist and shouted defiantly, ?In five years I?ll return rich and famous! You wait and see. You?ll be lined up for my autograph.? My dream was to break into Chicago?s nightclub business so that I could spend my nights hearing great bands and hanging out with the party crowd while I built my fortune.  
Oh yea, I picked up a few ?necessities? along the way. For me, image was everything. So I traded in the ailing Ford Taurus for a brand new Porsche. Then I bought some clothes worthy of my new image. With all that money and my natural charm, I quickly broke into Chicago?s social world of the local movers and shakers. At one party I met an incredible brunette named Veronica who worked for a financial firm. As I explained my dream of owning a club, her eyes lit up. She had been thinking of leaving her job to start up something of her own. We hit it off so well that within a few weeks we had moved into an upscale apartment near some of her acquaintances.

The Prodigal Son: The context provides the key to interpreting this parable. The religious elite grumble because Jesus receives sinners and eats with them (15:1,2). In response, Jesus tells three stories, of which this is the last, to show God?s love for lost people.  
v. 15 ? ?For a Jew no occupation could have been more distasteful. A rabbinic saying runs, ?Cursed be the man who would breed swine.?? (Morris)
v. 20 ? ?In that part of the world it was generally not considered dignified for an elderly man to run; yet, he runs.? 
v. 22 ? ?Best robe? is a status symbol. ?Ring? is probably a signet ring?an indication of authority.? (Hendriksen)
Her friends treated me like an equal, listening intently to my ideas. I thought I had them wrapped around my fingers. And since they had lots of business experience, their advice to form a business partnership sounded wise. Together, we could make some serious money out of his inheritance. Within a few months, I was riding on the clouds. I was 19 years old, owned a hot club that pulled in top emerging bands, partied with incredible people, spent money wildly on whatever my eyes desired, had Veronica to manage the finances, and every chick adored me. Just six months out of nowhere land, and life was unbelievable.  
Things went great for another six months. But suddenly the bottom fell out. It started one morning over breakfast when I noticed that the roots of Veronica?s brunette hair were starting to emerge blonde. I panicked and checked the financial records personally for the first time. Sure enough, Veronica was clueless about the finances. But her friends weren?t clueless. They had been slowly draining my bank account dry by billing Veronica for exorbitant consulting fees and borrowing money in my name from the local Mafia. 
Now it was payback time, and I was dead broke. Veronica left in the Porsche to get her nails done and never returned.  But the mafia arrived the next day, offering me three choices: pay up immediately, work for them, or die. Needless to say, I accepted their generous job offer. During the day, I did their dirty work, making dangerous drug transactions and threatening people who were behind on their payments.  My paycheck was a bowl of soup and enough cocaine to keep me going for a day. At night I slept in an abandoned building with other addicts. I lived in constant fear - fear of the mafia, fear of the police, fear of those who beat me and abused me at night. Finally my drug habit got so bad that the mafia gave me a serious beating and threw me out. Later that night, as I was going through my favorite garbage can looking for food, I began to think of how good I had it back home ? my own bedroom, security, hot meals, a family that loved me. Then it occurred to me that dad occasionally employed homeless people through the Salvation Army. They didn?t get much pay. But at least they had food and a safe shelter. 
I wrote dad a letter explaining to him what had happened. I had lied to him, humiliated him, wasted his money, and certainly didn?t deserve any favors. Nor did I even dream of him allowing me back home as a son any more. I just wanted a lowly job with food and shelter. I would try to get home over the weekend and I hoped he?d be willing to consider hiring me. 
That Saturday morning I persuaded a former employee from the nightclub to drive me home. I cleaned up as best as I could. But my ill-fitting clothes couldn?t hide all the scars and needle marks. The whole way I rehearsed what I was going to say: ?I?ve messed up bad. I know I don?t deserve to be your son. Please could you find it in your heart to let me be an errand boy at the print shop. I promise to do a good job for you.? But just before we turned onto our street, I told the driver to stop so that I could look and make sure none of my neighbors or old friends were around. I didn?t want anyone to see me looking like this. But as I looked down the street toward my house, I choked up with tears. There was my aging dad, anxiously piddling around in the front yard, pulling a weed here or there, and then gazing intently, hopefully at every passing car. Draped on the front of the house was a huge banner that said, ?Welcome Home, Son.? 
I began to instinctively walk down the tree-lined sidewalk toward the house. When dad spotted me, I immediately began my little prepared speech, but he broke into a run, then grabbed me by the neck as he sobbed uncontrollably, saying over and over, ?You?re alive! You?re alive! We had almost lost all hope but now you?ve come home alive. Come inside, get you a decent bath, then put on some nice, warm clothes from your closet. I?m taking you with all my associates and relatives to the most expensive restaurant in town. It?s time to celebrate. I just can?t believe that you?re really home!?

Now remember, I didn?t make up the story. Jesus told the original version 2000 years ago. Who does the father in the story represent? (God) Who does the son represent? (a person who?s rebelled against God) What point was Jesus making? (God loves sinners and wants to receive them.)

Cassie and Grace

Cassie Bernall became known worldwide as a 17-year-old student who died in the April, 1999 massacre at Columbine High School. I think that her spiritual journey well illustrates the change that happens when God takes off a student?s dark glasses and replaces them with ?Grace Glasses.? Cassie?s journey to the dark side was much different from Axl?s.  Her parents adored her. Each morning her dad would sit on the side of her bed, sing a little good-morning song to her, and tell her, ?Have a good day, Cassie, I?ll see you tonight.? Her dad took her for rides on his dirt bike. They had enough money to buy her pets and toys and nice clothes. 
	But her childhood happiness began to slip away when she got with the wrong friends in the 5th grade, students who dabbled in satanic rituals. Their view of life became her view of life. Very slowly, subtly, over the next few years, the glasses through which she viewed the world became darker and darker till she could not longer see any grace in the world.  One day her mom was looking for a Bible in Cassie?s room when she ran across some letters addressed to Cassie from her best friend. What she found devastated her. 
The friend?s letters were full of occult drawings, spells, excitement about a Satanist church where people had to drink a kitten?s blood to enter, horrific drawings of a man and woman hanging by their intestines and daggers protruding from their hearts. Incredibly, the drawings were labeled ?Ma and Pa,? Cassie?s parents. Her friend was obsessed with death. One of the letters said, ??kill me with your parents, then kill yourself so you don?t go to jail.? Cassie told one of her friends that she was planning to kill one of her teachers. 
	Her parents took drastic action, forbidding her to see her friends, and putting her in a new school.  Cassie became obsessed with suicide and would scratch her hands and wrists with a sharp metal file until they bled. She hated her parents. She hated her miserable life. Cassie later wrote these words in a paper for an English class: ?Throughout this time I hated my parents and God with the deepest, darkest hatred. There are no words that can accurately describe the blackness I felt?.? 
Now think with me for a minute. What is going on here? On the outside, Cassie has a lot going for her. She?s got parents who love her, feed her, and give her things. She?s getting a free education in a great school. She lives in a nice, warm house in a nice neighborhood. Millions of kids around the world would give anything to have what she has.  What has happened? (Get some discussion here.) Something has happened inside Cassie?s mind.  She has allowed herself to become blinded to the grace around her and obsessed with the darkness. If something hadn?t happened to open up her eyes, she could have very well become one of the murderers at Columbine High. 
From a biblical point of view, I think we can assume that what went on here was more than just a natural process. Cassie later said that she had given her soul to Satan and felt gripped by the powers of darkness. Her parents couldn?t make any progress trying to talk to her rationally. Her mom came to see that a spiritual battle was going on. She tried to go into Cassie?s room one day and couldn?t bring herself to enter. When she finally did, in her own words, ?I can?t quite describe it, but it felt like you could almost cut the air in that room with a knife, the atmosphere was so oppressive.? She felt for certain that there was more to this than just a rebellious teenager. She began to cry and pray for God to break through.  
The next chapter of the story is dramatic. A Christian at her new school befriended her and invited her to a weekend retreat in the Rocky Mountains. That night, God broke through to her during a praise and worship service. The change was almost instantaneous. Her dark ?glasses? fell off. After the service, Cassie and a few others began to look up at the stars. They stood there in silence, totally in awe of the God she had once hated. 
Her parents noticed the change when she stepped off the bus. She had left gloomy, with her head down, saying nothing. She came back bouncy and excited. Listen carefully to her dad?s own words, ?It was as if she had been in a dark room, and somebody had turned the light on, and she could suddenly see the beauty surrounding her.? They saw the smile that had disappeared years ago. She began to love and respect her parents and her brother. Grace had been all around her, but for the first time in years she could finally see it. (Source: She Said Yes: The Unlikely Martyrdom of Cassie Bernall, by Misty Bernall, Plough Publishers, 1999)

Some of you can probably identify with the dark view of the world that Cassie formerly had. Have you ever wondered why you think that only negative lyrics are cool ? lyrics about death, destruction, hate and revenge? Have you ever wondered why you think all positive lyrics are wimpy and gutless? Maybe you haven?t gone as far to the dark side as Cassie did, but if you?ve become negative and cynical about the world, and you?re not ?happy? unless you?re complaining, you?re on the same path. If you?re on that path, I challenge you, I plead with you to ask God to intervene. Ask Him to break through and open up your eyes. 
? Copyright 2002 Steve Miller - All Rights Reserved

Prostitute Party

Popular Christian professor, author, and speaker Tony Campolo once threw an unusual late night party that well illustrates this point. (While this really happened, he changed the names, setting, and a little of the dialogue.) Campolo flew from the States to Hawaii and found his internal time clock all out of whack. So at 3:30 AM he wandered the streets of Honolulu looking for a place to eat. Finding a sleazy, greasy diner still open, he sat down and ordered a cup of coffee and a donut. About that time, eight or nine prostitutes came in and sat down on either side of him. Campolo suddenly felt an urge to make his exit but decided to stay when he overheard their conversation. A prostitute named Agnes said that she would be thirty-nine the next day. Her ?friend? replied, ?So what do you want from me? A birthday party? What do you want? Ya want me to get you a cake and sing ?Happy Birthday???
	Agnes chided her for being so cruel and ends by saying, ?I?ve never had a birthday party in my whole life. Why should I have one now??
	After hearing that, Campolo hung around till the women left. Then he asked Harry, the greasy man behind the counter, about them. Upon finding that they came in every night, he suggested that they throw a party for Agnes. Harry loved the idea and called his wife out of the back room to share it with her. She said, ?That?s wonderful! You know Agnes is one of those people who is really nice and kind, and nobody ever does anything nice and kind for her."
	So early the next morning they did everything up right. Harry baked the cake and Campolo decorated the entire diner, complete with crepe-paper decorations and a sign that read, ?Happy Birthday, Agnes!? Somehow, the word must have gotten out about the party, because by 3:15 AM Campolo found himself in a restaurant packed with prostitutes!  When Agnes arrived at 3:30 sharp, they screamed in unison, ?Happy Birthday!?
	Agnes was so stunned that she could hardly stand up. And when the cake arrived with all the candles lit and the accompanying birthday song that she had probably never heard sung in her honor, she began to weep. She couldn?t bring herself to cut the cake, hesitantly asking if anyone would mind if she just kept it for awhile.  
	Campolo no doubt stunned everyone by offering to lead in a prayer.  Afterwards, Harry said, ?Hey! You never told me you were a preacher. What kind of church do you belong to?? He responded, ?I belong to a church that throws birthday parties for whores at 3:30 in the morning.? After a pause, Harry almost sneered his answer. ?No you don?t. There?s no church like that. If there was, I?d join it. I?d join a church like that!?(Condensed from Tony Campolo, The Kingdom of God is a Party, Word Publishing, 1990, pp. 3-9. Used by permission.)

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