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Now and Then: A Memoir of Vocation – Intimate Reflections on Faith, Seminary, Ministry, and Writing

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Frederick Buechner
Frederick Buechner

Frederick Buechner, born on July 11, 1926, is a renowned American writer. His works span across various genres including novels, essays, and plays, known for their profound religious and philosophical reflections. more

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