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“As I have read the Gospels over the years, the belief has grown in me that Christ did not come to found an organized religion but came instead to found an unorganized one. He seems to have come to carry religion out of the temples into the fields and sheep pastures, onto the roadsides and the banks of the rivers, into the houses of sinners and publicans, into the town and the wilderness, toward the membership of all that is here. Well, you can read and see what you think.”

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Jayber Crow: A Novel

Jayber Crow is a novel that delves into the complexities of human experience, following the protagonist's journey from a wandering drifter to a settled community member. The narrative is rich with historical details and vivid descriptions of rural life, offering a poignant look at the transformative power of love and faith. more

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Wendell Berry
Wendell Berry

Wendell Berry, an American novelist born on August 5, 1934, is renowned for his profound descriptions of rural life and his critical views on modern industrial civilization. more

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