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Terrorist Groups Operating in Churches


Latest news reports are that five terrorist cell groups have been operating in many of our churches. They have been identified as: Bin Sleepin, Bin Arguin, Bin Fightin, Bin Complainin, and Bin Missin. Their leader, Osama Bin Lucifer, trained these groups to destroy the Body of Christ.

The plan is to come into the church disguised as Christians and to work within the church to discourage, disrupt, and destroy.

However, there have been reports of a sixth group. A tiny cell, known by the name Bin Prayin, is actually the only effective counter-terrorism force in the church. Unlike other terrorist cells, the Bin Prayin team does not blend in with whomever and whatever comes along. Bin Prayin does whatever is needed to uplift and encourage the Body of Christ. We have noticed that the Bin Prayin cell group has different characteristics than the others. They have Bin Watchin, Bin Waitin, Bin Fastin, and Bin Longin for their Master, Jesus Christ, to return.

To which cell group do you belong? And guess what. No church is exempt. However, you can spot them if you "bin lookin".

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Comments

  1. Holy Guacamole, Girlfriend, I belong to the "Bin Prayin" group!!

    I love you even more!! Didn't think it was possible, but I do. Sending great Big Bin Prayin Hugs to you. They will envelope your being and our leader, GOD will strengthen you for the fight with them. HE will hold you up and surround you with HIS full armor.
    Lots of love,
    andrea

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  2. I love you, thanks for sharing.

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  3. Whew ... gotta admit, my pulse quickened when I read your header. (Oh no!!! .....)
    This is so spot-on, Mary! Thanks for lightening my heart tonight!

    Hugs,
    Myra

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  4. Bin there...done that...I confess that I was a part of the first cell group you mentioned 'Bin Sleepin'. It wasn't fun. Wasted so much time and didn't accomplish much.

    I belong to two groups now [shhhh...]. Bin Seekin and love Bin Prayin. My hubby [works in ICE] even knows and approved it.

    Have a great weekend sister and God bless you and protect you!!!

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  5. That is so funny! Someone sent me this in my e-mail just the other day. It really makes you think, doesn't it? LOL!

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  6. That is very neat and true, Dear. Thanks for sharing. Blessings ~

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  7. Great post - that is so very true...
    I have Bin Prayin too -

    Love to you!

    Kelly

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  8. It is funny, I have read this before but still thought it was talking about real people. Well, it is, but you know what I mean. Thanks for sharing this great piece!

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  9. I have seen this before, very clever! Thanks for sharing.

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  10. I'm smilin' and prayin' after reading your post. Thank you.

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  11. This is great! This sure does make one think.
    Blessings,
    Ginger

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  12. This is cute. All kinds of groups are out there even in churches. lol
    Have a great week.
    Charlotte

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  13. What a cute post, Mary, but so true too. Thanks for sharing and hope you have a wonderful week.

    Blessings,
    Sandi

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  14. Hi Sweet Friend,

    This was great Mary and oh so true in it's entirety. Personally, I'm one of the "Bin Prayin" groups and always will be.

    Love and prayers to you and your family my precious friend.

    Alleluiabelle

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