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“God is a preexistent reality that transcends the world’s authorship, is untouched by the dictates of the world’s interpretations of Him, is invincible in the face of the most ingeniously crafted lies about Him, and exceeds the duration the existence of the world that says He doesn’t exist. And if we dared to hold all of the world’s cherished beliefs against such a penetrating truth, we will find ourselves left with nothing but this truth no matter how many times we bring the beliefs of the world against it.”

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