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Proper Confidence: Faith, Doubt, and Certainty in Christian Discipleship

This book delves into the nuanced relationship between faith, doubt, and certainty as they relate to Christian life and devotion. It examines how believers navigate the challenges of uncertainty and the quest for spiritual clarity. more

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Lesslie Newbigin
Lesslie Newbigin

Lesslie Newbigin, born on December 8, 1909 and died on January 30, 1998, was a prominent Christian theologian and author. His work focused on cultural, religious, and social issues, and had a profound impact on contemporary Christian theology. more

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“But Anja. I hear Anja's voice. Maybe I am insane. I hear her crying. I see her alone in the trees. I remember being alone and humiliated. I remember, too, the fat little boy hiding in the bathroom. And I see this man, Ariane. I see this evil man, Ariane. He laughs everyday still. He has had years of laughter. He has triumphed over the screams of others, he has triumphed with blood on his hands. And he laughs still. God has cursed us! He has either cursed us or He was never here to begin with. We've pretended God was here for our own sanity! That's the truth! We've pretended evil is punished and good is rewarded. A perfect scheme!”

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