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“If the foundation of your house is righteousness then your wealth will not be like a cardboard house that collapses under a gentle blow of wind”

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Sunday Adelaja
Sunday Adelaja

Sunday Adelaja is a prominent pastor known for his unique leadership style and influence. Born on May 28, 1967, he has a wide following in the Christian community, particularly in Africa and globally. more

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