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“God gives out good gifts of wisdom, talent, beauty, and skill 'graciously'--that is, in a completely unmerited way. He casts them across all humanity, regardless of religious conviction, race, gender, or any other attribute to enrich, brighten, and preserve the world.”

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Timothy Keller
Timothy Keller

Timothy Keller, born in 1950, is a renowned American author and theologian. His works primarily focus on urban culture, Christian faith, and public life. Keller is known for his insightful and accessible writing style, which combines theological concepts with everyday life. more

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