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“I have heard them preach, when I sat in the pew and my feet did not touch the floor, about the final home of the unconverted. In order to impress upon the children the length of time they would probably stay if they settled in that country, the preacher would frequently give us the following illustration: 'Suppose that once in a billion years a bird should come from some far-distant planet, and carry off in its little bill a grain of sand, a time would finally come when the last atom composing this earth would be carried away; and when this last atom was taken, it would not even be sun up in hell.' Think of such an infamous doctrine being taught to children!”

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The Liberty of Man, Woman and Child

This book delves into the philosophical and societal implications of liberty, focusing on the rights and freedoms of all people, regardless of gender or age. It examines historical and contemporary perspectives on liberty, offering a nuanced understanding of its complexities and applications. more

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