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Sometimes I wish Jesus had said more. Those red lettered words in the Bible really don’t seem to take up that much space. But I suppose that God figured it was enough, and in combination with it being a Living word and the help of the Holy Spirit it really is enough. (But I still often wish there was more 🤔)
Continue reading “Knowing who to listen to”
I made a Bible study treasure map last year in which I threw about false clues, including fake Bible book names and chapter/verse numbers.
Continue reading “Pseudo Scripture”
A friend, also new to the Bible, asked where to start with it. Here’s what I wrote for her….
The most real PRAYER is a heart that is truly engaged with the asking or the seeking… your question is a prayer and the fact you ask it means you KNOW God is real and you’re wanting to know Him… that in itself means you’ve heard HIS voice calling to you… the recognition of His absence can be the very first sign of His presence… of His heart calling to yours…
Continue reading “Approaching the Bible”
Some things I’ve discovered about reading the Bible in the last few years…
1. Things that seem weird, strange or boring are like red flags over buried treasure. Some hunting and persistence is required but treasure is there.
2. I don’t like being rushed. I know others follow ‘read the Bible in a year’ plans but I find this gives me a false sense of hurry. I want to read it and follow the trails that things weird, strange or ‘boring’ present to me.
3. I love to read big chunks in short periods of time- as you would a gripping novel. This gives a sense of flow and story that reading bitsy bits cannot.
4. I love to read it aloud with others. To stop and follow the trails together and see what each other knows and wants to know. To think on it in an entirely different way than reading silently allows.
5. And I love to read it silently… waiting for Him to show me new and deeper or old but fresher. Love this amazing letter
It’s not such a simple question!
A number of years ago I did a book display at a super ‘conservative’ Christian rally. I’d recently spent a number of years prior to that in a Pentecostal church but I’d attended the same rallies by the same conservative group as a small child with my parents. I stood there awash in The Fathers love and a sense of His presence and joy with the memory of being a toddler in that very auditorium and I knew the same joy I felt in the Pentecostal style worship was because it was the same Holy Spirit who was in each place. Neither set of beliefs governing style had everything right, but the Holy Spirit, by God’s grace, was present in both. He was there when I was a toddler in that auditorium, He was there in the Pentecostal church and He was there again that night.
Continue reading “To judge or not to judge?”