Faith minus vulnerability and mystery equals extremism. If you've got all the answers, then don't call what you do 'fait — Brene Brown
Faith minus vulnerability and mystery equals extremism. If you've got all the answers, then don't call what you do 'fait — Brene Brown
Faith minus vulnerability and mystery equals extremism. If you've got all the answers, then don't call what you do 'fait — Brene Brown
Faith minus vulnerability and mystery equals extremism. If you've got all the answers, then don't call what you do 'fait — Brene Brown
Faith minus vulnerability and mystery equals extremism. If you've got all the answers, then don't call what you do 'fait — Brene Brown
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Faith minus vulnerability and mystery equals extremism. If you've got all the answers, then don't call what you do 'faith.'

— Brene Brown
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