W hen growing up, we were told that in heaven are two books; one of Life and one of Death that incase of any wrong our names were rubbed off from the book of Life and written in the book of Death, because of this we kept in constant repentance “the wrong way” saying all the time “God forgive me for the sins I have committed knowingly and unknowingly”, this was because of the fear instilled in us that we could die at any time when our names were still written in the book of Death, therefore the only escape route was keeping the lips in motion seeking for a pardon from our Father God. I remember 5
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