Religion isn't bad, it's our consciousness relativity to religion. There's a reason Mahatma Ghandi said "I like your Christ, I don't like your Christians. Your Christians are so unlike your Christ." The principle is that religion doesn't make 'you'. 'You' make your 'religion'.
I am a M.A.G.I.C. child.. Motivated And Growing In Christ! _I hope you too are a M.A.G.I.C. dreamer!
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I am a M.A.G.I.C. child.. Motivated And Growing In Christ! _I hope you too are a M.A.G.I.C. dreamer!
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