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A Theology of Liberation: History, Politics, and Salvation

This book delves into the philosophical and theological framework of liberation theology, analyzing its development in historical and political contexts. It discusses the role of salvation within this theological perspective and its impact on social and political movements. more

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Gustavo Gutierrez

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