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“I sometimes wonder if God calls us into the church because it represents not the people of God at their best but us at our worst. I wonder if he calls us to become embedded in this wretched institution precisely because it is wretched. And calls us to be a part of it not to reform it or save it or control it in any way, but to simply love it.”

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Chaos and Grace: Discovering the Liberating Work of the Holy Spirit

This book delves into the concept of the Holy Spirit's influence on chaos and its transformative power in spiritual and personal growth. more

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Mark Galli
Mark Galli

Mark Galli, born on August 24, 1952, is an American writer whose works primarily focus on religious, cultural, and social issues, enjoying great popularity among readers. more

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