REDISCOVERING THE KINGDOM: Ancient Hope For Our 21st Century World BY MYLES MUNROE

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Rediscovering the Kingdom: Ancient Hope for Our 21st Century World


With spiritual perception and carefully crafted words Myles Munroe exposes the religious layers that have filtered out and obscured God’s original plan for man. From the very beginning God’s plan for His creation was centered on our being in relationship with Him. It was never God’s plan to establish a religion. The Kingdom is coming at us in full force and will destroy all that man has built in substitution of God’s glorious Kingdom. This is ‘the book’ for ‘the hour’ in which we live and will take us back to the beginning of all things where we will discover God’s original intention for humankind. 

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