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“Every soul, then, by reason of its birth, has its nature in Adam until it is born again in Christ; moreover, it is unclean all the while that it remains without this regeneration; and because unclean, it is actively sinful, and suffuses even the flesh (by reason of their conjunction) with its own shame.”

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Book:The Sacred Writings of Tertullian (Annotated Edition)
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The Sacred Writings of Tertullian (Annotated Edition)

The Sacred Writings of Tertullian (Annotated Edition) is a comprehensive collection of the works of Tertullian, a prominent figure in the early Christian church. The volume includes his influential treatises on the Trinity, the resurrection, and the nature of the church, among others. The annotated edition provides readers with detailed scholarly notes that explain the historical context, theological significance, and language of Tertullian's writings, making this a valuable resource for students of early Christianity and classical literature. more

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Tertullian, born around 160 and died around 220, was a prominent Christian theologian, philosopher, and author during the Roman Empire. His works had a profound impact on the development of Christian theology, especially his writings such as 'Apology' and 'On the Resurrection', which are still widely studied today. more

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