THE GOD I NEVER KNEW BY ROBERT MORRIS

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Many people find the Holy Spirit mysterious and confounding. Why is the third person in the Godhead- the one Jesus said would be the believers’ ultimate source of truth and comfort-the source of such confusion?

In this book the writer clearly explains that the Holy Spirit’s  chief desire is for relationship- to offer us the encouragement and guidance of a trusted friend. This insightful and Biblical based book moves beyond theological jargon, religious tradition, and cultural misconception to clarify what the Holy Spirit promises to do in your life:

-dwell within you
-be your helper
-guide you into all truth
-comfort you
-pray for you
-show you things to come
-never leave you

It’s time to experience the Holy Spirit in a fresh new way- to meet the God you may have never known.

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