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“Does that mean," asked Mack, "that all roads will lead to you?" "Not at all," smiled Jesus..."Most roads don't lead anywhere. What it does mean is that I will travel any road to find you.”

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William P. Young
William P. Young

William P. Young, born on May 11, 1955, is an American author whose novel 'The Shack' has gained worldwide attention and become a bestseller. His work has sparked widespread discussions about religion and the meaning of life. more

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