How to become a born again Christian

How to become a born again Christian

By Babatope Babalobi babalobi@yahoo.com +234 80 35 897435

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1 Peter 1 vs 23

Being born again, not of corruptible seed, but of incorruptible, by the word of God, which liveth and abideth for ever.

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One of the common sayings in Christianity is “be born again”.
You can only become born again when the word of God rules your life.
When you don’t have the word of God, your actions will be defeated by the word of man.
Being born again means the word of God becomes your constitution, light, and guide.
Going to church, being a worker, and giving offerings do not make you born again.
Let the word of God rule your life, thought, and decision.
Act to please a man and not to please God.
Study your Bible and make it your constitution.
Be a born-again Christian indeed and in truth in Jesus’ name. Amen.

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