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No one should have to beg or crawl before humanity. No one should be outcast for simply being different. No one should be employed based solely on color of skin. No one should be denied the human right to equality. No one should have to demean himself just to make a living. No one should be subjected to a life of slavery. No one should abuse another; in word, in strength or deed. No one should be the target of hate by any race. No one should feel a thrill from the suffering of others. No one should judge another or degrade their fellow man. No one should act in anger or utter wicked hurtful things. To us God gave the gift of love to bestow upon each other. Rev. Saundra L. Washington, D.D., is an ordained clergywoman, veteran social worker, and Founder of AMEN Ministries. She is also the author of two coffee table books: Room Beneath the Snow: Poems that Preach and Negative Disturbances: Homilies that Teach which can be reviewed on her site. Her new book, Out of Deep Waters: My Grief Management Workbook, is expected to be available soon. You are welcome to visit AMEN Ministries: Your Soul's Service Station for spiritual refreshing, soul edification, browse our newly expanded mini shopping mall or review our recommended books you may want to add to your personal library. Blessings to all!
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