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“• Jesus was sent to be “the savior of the world.” • Jesus said he would “draw all people” to himself. • Jesus prayed for the salvation of all, and his will is to save everyone. Are these things true? Or will Jesus fail? Most people I’ve met believe Christ will fail spectacularly. Not for them, of course, but for everyone else. Today most modern Christians teach that God lacks either the power or the desire to save us all. They tell us Jesus will not succeed in achieving his stated purpose, and that some people will unfortunately slip through the cracks and be lost forever. I disagree.”

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Book:Believable: Discover the God That Saves All
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