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“...Teachings are given to different men under different circumstances and in different times... [but] ...the Lord is the same yesterday, today and forever. If a parent commands a little child not to play with matches, and then commands a teenager to light the campfire, is this a contradiction? It's only a question of preparedness - one is ready and one is not.”

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Gadiantons and the Silver Sword

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Chris Heimerdinger
Chris Heimerdinger

Chris Heimerdinger, born on August 26, 1963, is a renowned author whose works span a variety of genres, including science fiction, fantasy, and mystery novels. His books are appreciated for their rich imagination and profound thematic explorations. more

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