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“..the true test of spirituality [is] in the freedom to live among people compassionately....Prayer frees us to be controlled by God.”

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Richard J. Foster
Richard J. Foster

Richard J. Foster, born on May 3, 1942, is a renowned author. His works cover a range of topics including Christian spirituality, personal growth, and leadership, and have been well-received by readers worldwide. more

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