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Emphasis Preaching Journal

The story of Elisha receiving... -- 2 Kings 2:1, 6-14 -- Proper 10 | Ordinary Time 15 - C
The story of Elisha receiving Elijah's mantle is suggestive of the power God gives to even ordinary
Elisha knew the right thing... -- 2 Kings 2:1, 6-14 -- Proper 10 | Ordinary Time 15 - C
Elisha knew the right thing for which to ask.
One of the brightest jewels... -- 2 Kings 2:1, 6-14 -- Proper 10 | Ordinary Time 15 - C
One of the brightest jewels in the crown of television excellence is Front-line with Judy Woo
No finer words of father... -- 2 Kings 2:1, 6-14 -- Proper 10 | Ordinary Time 15 - C
No finer words of father love could have been spoken in time to pass on to the followers of faith th



PROPER 10 -- 2 Kings 2:1, 6-14, Psalm 139:1-12, Colossians 1:1-14, Luke 10:25-37 -- B. David Hostetter -- Proper 10 | Ordinary Time 15 - C -- 1985



Eighth Sunday After Pentecost -- 2 Kings 2:1, 6-14, Colossians 1:1-14, Luke 10:25-37 -- George M. Bass -- Proper 10 | Ordinary Time 15 - C -- 1991
The Church Year Theological Clue
Proper 10 -- 2 Kings 2:1, 6-14, Colossians 1:1-14, Luke 10:25-37 -- Perry H. Biddle, Jr. -- Proper 10 | Ordinary Time 15 - C -- 1988
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Into The Whirlwind -- 2 Kings 2:1, 6-14 -- 1991
Certain events, no matter how long ago they happened, are forever etched in your mind.

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