Practice Makes Perfect (or close to it)

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“He who was not legalist at any other point, and who was ready without hesitation to pardon prostitutes and disreputable people, was nonetheless extremely strict upon one point: “only one who practices grace can receive grace.”
― John Howard Yoder, The Politics of Jesus: Vicit Agnus Noster
 
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