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“If ever there were a true "just as I am" church, if ever there were a community where everybody could bring all their baggage and brokenness with them without neat and tidy happy endings quite yet, if ever there was a group where everyone was loved and no one pretended - we could not make enough room inside the building.”

Quote by John Ortberg

Work

The Me I Want to Be

This book explores the journey of self-discovery and the pursuit of becoming the best version of oneself, offering strategies and insights for readers to achieve personal fulfillment. more

Author

John Ortberg
John Ortberg

John Ortberg, born on May 5, 1957, is an American author known for his works on Christian faith, spiritual growth, and leadership. Ortberg's writing style is appreciated for its insightful and accessible approach to deep spiritual thoughts. more

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