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JP Mr. temple your mustang that you had do you know if it was a k code mustang or not or if not was it still fun to drive

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KD - Mr. Temple, which book out of the series was the hardest to write for you? And which one is your personal favorite?

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JM - Is Merle Temple a pen name?

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Not exactly the same but I have had other encounters, one where He told me that He would never leave me or forsake me. At a testimony to a large audience near Hattiesburg, I was very sick. Hashimoto's had just hit me. I was so white that I was a ghostly shade of pale. I was weak and dizzy as I climbed the stairs to a high stage that the church had built in their life center. I prayed and told the Lord that I couldn't do it, that the Holy Spirit would have to take over. I don't remember anything after that until I said thank you and God bless you. I was holding on to the podium when the organizers came bounding up the stairs, hands outstretched to grab mine. They said, "We've never seen anything like that." I thought, "Is that good?" I turned and everyone in the center, hundreds of people were on their feet in a standing ovation. They out done those dinners for many years to raise money for mission work, and they had never seen that. The crowd pressed up to the stage and brought their children. I couldn't get to my wife and the book table. I wish we had filmed that night to see what God said through me. They called me on the road two weeks later to see how I was doing and told me that the testimony was all people could talk about. They said an elderly man, who couldn't see much or hear much but always volunteered at the church, came in one day, and they said to him, "Wasn't that something the other night?" He said, "I couldn't hear a word he said." They said, "You mean you missed that?" "No," he said, "My ten-year-old grandson repeated it back to me and said, 'Grandpa, that man was something!" My friend said, "Merle do you realize that long after you've left this world, what will that boy do with the seeds you planted in him that night?" That's what it's all about, and of course, it wasn't me. It was God. I am just His pitiful but willing vessel. So many stories on the road to tell of people who came to me in bookstores looking dazed, telling me that they thought God had just told them to help me. I always say, "Oh, it's okay, happens all the time." I was in the Barnes and Noble store in Destin to see friends, and I felt a presence enter the store. I turned to see a tall, stately man looking left and right as if he was searching for someone. He looked like someone who had led a life of wealth, power, and prestige. He saw me, walked directly to me, told me his name, and said, "I have had everything in life...money, power, awards, titles, and so on, but then my wife died, and I realized it all meant nothing. I am lost and wandering. Just as I was passing this bookstore on Hwy. 98, God spoke to me and said, 'Go in the bookstore and see the man who writes books. He will help you.'" He asked me if I was that man. I told him that I was the only author in the store, and we talked. I attended an event in one town in Alabama, an event I didn't want to attend because I was very tired and didn't know I was coming down with Hashimoto's, but the church was over 200 years old, and when I entered it, I knew I was on holy ground. I could feel the echoes, the residuals of generations of people who had been born there, died there, married there, baptized there. The pulpit reached toward the vaulted ceilings. I forgot about the books and talked about God. I cried. They cried. We signed every book in the car. A reporter, who had been diagnosed with cancer years ago and given two months to live, came up to me, and he was crying. He said the doctors said he was a miracle, but they wouldn't believe him when he told them that Jesus had visited him in his hospital room and told him, "It is not your time." The man said, "No one will listen. No one understands. No one understands, but you...you understand." "Yes sir, I do," I told him. We drove in from that event, and we talked about on the 2.5 hour drive home. I checked Facebook before I went to bed, and that town had posted this..."Eutaw, Alabama loves Merle Temple. The hand of God is on him." I cried at my desk. Several people have told me that they could see the Light around me when I spoke...a teacher in Arkansas, an evangelist in Jackson, a lady in Alabama, a nurse in Memphis, and others. That doesn't mean I'm special, but God allows others to see in you what He wants them to see to further His purposes. I see the Light in others and always make a point of telling them...and saying, "You love God, don't you?" Much more to tell...if God can use me, He can use you.

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GSB - Mr. Temple, How would you have approached the ambush differently (When meeting Rodney the heroin dealer) if you knew there were snipers watching?

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JPY- Mr. Temple, was there ever a time in your career or an experience that made you question whether God was really on your side?

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MVH- Mr. Temple, will the tv series of these books follow the same script?

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MVH- Mr. Temple, what gave you the idea to add Frederick into this story?

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JM - Mr. Temple, have you ever had another supernatural experience like the one in the book?

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MAV- Have you ever broken character before during an undercover mission? It seems to be a lot of work to stay in character since in the book it mentioned that Clay had to play as a woman. If you haven't, was there a time where you couldn't go through a mission (when it was too much for you to handle?)

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GM - Mr. Temple is it hard to live in Tupelo after all that happened in your passed? Do u not have flashbacks or worries? Especially writing all these book is it not hard reliving it.

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EGP- Mr. Temple has there ever been an instance where you have chosen the high road in your occupation because of your Christian faith.

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OJ- Mr. Temple, I understand that your books are being made into a tv series. Is the series going to follow the books closely or not?

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KD - Mr. Temple, were there any instances during your time in law enforcement where you wished you had done something else with your life? What other occupational fields might you have ventured?

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AC- Mr. Temple, whenever you heard the voice telling you to go back and get the vests, were you scared? Did you ever second guess yourself?

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MB- Mr. Temple, what was going through your head whenever you shot and killed J.T. and Ross, where you scared that it would get you in trouble?

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HD - Mr.Temple, was it difficult to stay calm and collected undercover during your interactions with drug dealers or other criminals? If so, how did you learn to remain calm and in character?

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AP - Hi Mr. Temple! Why, in your book, did you name your cat Katie? It seems like more of a human sounding name, so I was wondering if you knew a person named Katie but portrayed them as a cat in your book or named your cat after them?

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TW - Mr. Temple, were there any times where you were scared to go to sleep at night?

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AT - Mr. Temple, were there any experiences during your time in the MBN that caused you to doubt your faith? If so, how did you combat them?

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EB - Mr. Temple, From your experience with Mr. Clemente, why do you think he is willing to take on a Christian-related project while he is an active member of the current entertainment industry?