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“The saints, too, had wandering minds. The saints, too, had constantly to recall their constantly wandering mind-child home. They became saints because they continued to go after the little wanderer, like the Good Shepherd.”

Quote by Peter Kreeft

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Prayer for Beginners

This book offers a comprehensive introduction to the basics of prayer, exploring various forms and techniques to help readers establish a personal prayer routine. more

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Peter Kreeft
Peter Kreeft

Peter Kreeft is a renowned American philosopher, theologian, and author. Born in 1937, he is known for his contributions to Christian philosophy and logic. Professor Kreeft has taught at several prestigious universities, including Princeton University and the University of California, Berkeley, where he has taught philosophy and theology. His extensive body of work covers a wide range of topics from ethics to religious philosophy. more

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