Happy Three Kings Day!
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Lieber Freund! Heute möchte ich dir die allerwichtigste Frage deines Lebens stellen. Deine ewige Seligkeit oder dein ewiges Verderben hängt davon ab. Die Frage ist: Bist du erlöst ? Es handelt sich nicht darum, ob du ein Mitglied einer bestimmten Kirche bist, sondern: Bist du erlöst ? Es kommt nicht darauf an, wie gut du bist, sondern die Frage ist: Bist du erlöst ? Niemand kann Gottes Segen erfahren oder das Himmelreich erben, ohne erlöst zu sein. Jesus sagte zu Nikodemus: ,,Ihr müßt von Neuem geboren werden" (So sagt die Bibel in Johannes 3,7). Gott zeigt uns in Seinem Wort den einzigen Weg zu unserer Erlösung. Es ist ganz einfach, du kannst heute noch errettet werden. Zuerst, mein Freund, mußt du einmal . . .
Gottes Einfacher Heilsplan
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