He is the God who loved you so much that His Son stripped Himself of all heavenly glory to live as an impoverished Jewis — Craig Groeschel, Weird: Because Normal Isn't Working
He is the God who loved you so much that His Son stripped Himself of all heavenly glory to live as an impoverished Jewis — Craig Groeschel, Weird: Because Normal Isn't Working
He is the God who loved you so much that His Son stripped Himself of all heavenly glory to live as an impoverished Jewis — Craig Groeschel, Weird: Because Normal Isn't Working
He is the God who loved you so much that His Son stripped Himself of all heavenly glory to live as an impoverished Jewis — Craig Groeschel, Weird: Because Normal Isn't Working
He is the God who loved you so much that His Son stripped Himself of all heavenly glory to live as an impoverished Jewis — Craig Groeschel, Weird: Because Normal Isn't Working
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He is the God who loved you so much that His Son stripped Himself of all heavenly glory to live as an impoverished Jewish carpenter so He could shed His blood, suffer, and die for the forgiveness of our sins.

— Craig Groeschel, Weird: Because Normal Isn't Working
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