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Jeremiah 8:20 KJV 1900

The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved.

A couple of hunters hired an Alaskan bush pilot to drop them in a remote location, then return in seven days to pick them up.

At the appointed time, the pilot arrived and loaded the hunters and their gear in the plane. "Wait a minute," said the first hunter. "What about our moose?" "Sorry," said the pilot. "We're at maximum weight already."

"But our pilot last year loaded our moose, and he had the same size plane as this one." "Really?" asked the pilot, not wanting to be outdone. "Well, I guess we could give it a try." With that he strapped a moose carcass on each pontoon.

They sputtered to the end of the lake to get the longest possible takeoff. He shoved the throttle forward; they began to move, and finally, they lifted off the lake, just skimming the trees. But the pilot was right.

They were seriously overloaded, and crashed just minutes into the flight. Both hunters were knocked unconscious, but came to at about the same time.

The first hunter looked around at the mess, moose meat and plane parts everywhere. "Where are we?" he asked his partner. "About 50 yards from where we crashed last year."

Doing things the way we've always done them insures that we'll continue to get what we've always got.