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“What I said was that I would stop sharing posts from other platforms as new threads. I have done that. In this case, another member asked for my Substack link directly, so I gave it to him in reply. That is not the same as posting articles here, and it was not self‑promotion. Just clarifying...

OK, I had to start over with Substack, but that is my main platform: The Remnant Line | Substack

That was not my intent, but I understand that is how it appeared. That account is gone and I now post directly, not sharing from another platform.

I have stopped sharing posts from other platforms to this one, that is what got me into trouble, accused of spamming which was not the case. I have been writing articles for 47 years now. But anyway, I post the articles directly now, and I requested that account be deleted, because I found I...

A Childhood Shaped by Fear and the Men Who Quieted It I was seven years old in a one room schoolhouse in Sylvan Township Michigan, a place where the gravel on 50th Avenue made more noise than the children did. We did not call it 50th Avenue back then. It was just the road that ran north and...

I am familiar with the Servicemen's Center, from afar though. When you swim the water inevitability finds it's way into the mouth! It was nasty in 1978, except for the intermittent lakes. The Panama Canal was much better. I thought the water was brackish, but it was 47 years ago, so memory...

Thank you! I created the account in 2018, and promptly forgot. I just rediscovered it.

Exactly. Give me one verse that grabs me, sits me upright, and won’t let go until I understand it and it’s part of me. I’ll take that over pages I read but never feel. Finding truth and making it mine, that’s what I live for.

Agreed.

The Drift of Law in a Nation That Has Forgotten Its God (From The Drift Series - AK Pritchard) Introduction: A Necessary Clarity Before anything else is said, it must be stated plainly that I am not an enemy of the police. I have known good officers. I have served beside men who wore the badge...

The Collapse of Reading Reading once shaped men. Now images shape them. The shift did not happen in a moment. It happened slowly, quietly, almost unnoticed, until a generation arose that could scroll for hours but could not sit still long enough to read a page. The world moved from words to...

Let me introduce myself. I have had this account for some time, forgotten and unused, until now. I am a 70 year old man, a child of God, an ardent student of the Word of God, and a truth seeker for all these decades. My Testimony By AK Pritchard to Benjamin , Son of My Right Hand...

Ordinary People Trusting In An Extraordinary God “Wherefore seeing we also are compassed about with so great a cloud of witnesses, let us lay aside every weight, and the sin which doth so easily beset us, and let us run with patience the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus the...