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“We must not overlook the connection between faith and love. The woman saw Jesus and recognised who he was and who dwelt in him. That Vision was her faith. She knew he was forgiving and accepting her before he ever said, “Your sins are forgiven.” She knew because she had seen a goodness in him that could only be God, and it broke her heart with gratitude and love. Speaking in the language of today, we would say she went “nuts” about Jesus. Her behavior obviously was the behavior of a “nutty” person. (We really do have to use colloquial language to capture responses to Jesus. More formal, literary, or theological language cannot do it.) When we see Jesus as he is, we must turn away or else shamelessly adore him.”⠀”

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Book:The Divine Conspiracy: Rediscovering Our Hidden Life In God
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The Divine Conspiracy: Rediscovering Our Hidden Life In God

This book delves into the spiritual journey and the transformative power of living a life in accordance with Christian principles, emphasizing the importance of community, love, and service. more

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Dallas Willard
Dallas Willard

Dallas Willard was an American philosopher known for his contributions to practical theology and moral philosophy. His works explored faith, moral life, and spiritual practice, having a profound impact on contemporary Christian philosophy. more

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