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“Sin, indeed, is an absolute darkening power, and were not its effect temporarily checked, nothing but absolute darkness would have remained in and about man; but common grace has restrained its workings to a very considerable degree; also in order that the sinner might be without excuse.”

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Abraham Kuyper
Abraham Kuyper

Dutch politician, theologian, and educator. Abraham Kuyper was born on October 29, 1837, and died on November 8, 1920. He had a significant impact in the fields of Dutch politics, religion, and education, being one of the founders of Dutch Christian democracy. more

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