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My Vriend,ek vra u die belangrikstevraag van die lewe. U vreugde of u verdriet, vir alle EWIGHEID hang daarvan af. Die vraag is: IS U GERED? Die vraag is nie of u ’n lid van een of ander Kerk is nie, maar: IS U GERED? Dit is nie ’n kwessie van hoe goed u is nie, Maar: IS U GERED? Niemand kan die seën van God geniet, of Hemel toe gaan, sonder om gered te wees nie – Jesus het vir Nikodemus gesê in Johannes 3:7;,,Moenie jou verwonder dat ek vir jou gesê het, JULLE MOET WEER GEBORE WORD NIE.”God gee aan ons in Sy Heilige Woord die ENIGSTE plan vir saligheid. Die plan is eenvoudig, u kan VANDAG gered word.
God Se Eenvoudige Saligheidsplan
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