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I got an email the other day from Stacy at the Persecution Blog. She was updating us bloggers who blog for the persecuted Church on the goal of VOM to give away 1000 FREE pray for China Olympic arm bands. Last email I got from her only 107 had been given away. I know I don't have 893 readers here but I wonder if any of you who have a blog who read this one would consider ordering a free bracelet and praying for China and also posting a blog post on your own blogs asking others to order a free bracelet (or buy one from China Aid) and pray for our brothers and sisters in bonds over in China.

Here's the link to order a free bracelet from the Voice of the Martyrs.

Here's the link to buy a bracelet from China Aid.
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