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“I was learning to recognize when God was speaking through someone. He repeats himself. He says it over and over because we are so stubborn, stupid and unwilling. And even scared. Even when he tells us not to be afraid, we set our minds about it, worrying and fretting about every little thing. I was shaken by what God expected us to do.”

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The Last Sin Eater

In this gripping narrative, a protagonist encounters the Last Sin Eater, a figure who has been tasked with the solemn duty of taking on the sins of the deceased. The story delves into the complexities of human guilt and the quest for forgiveness, as the protagonist grapples with their own moral dilemmas and the transformative power of absolution. more

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Francine Rivers
Francine Rivers

Francine Rivers is an American Christian author known for her novels that focus on Christian themes and touching stories. Born in 1947, she began writing in 1982 and has published numerous best-selling books. Rivers' works often revolve around faith, family, and love, and have gained popularity among readers worldwide. more

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