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The Practice of Plugging into God’s Word

Last Sunday, Pastor Jon challenged us to unplug from our distractions and plug into God’s Word.

So, how is it going?

If you’re like me, sometimes reading the Word is life-changing. Beauty drips from every verse, fills my heart, and leaves my soul in peace.

And then there are the days when it’s just…dry.

Sometimes reading the Word of God is a time when I remember all that we say that He is and discover all that I am who He says I am.

But what about the times, the days, the seasons, the years, when life is hard and difficult and the last thing I want to do is open a book that reads like a text book instead of the Living Word? What happens when God’s Word falls on the dry ground of my heart?

We read any way.

As I write this, tears prick my eyes. My heart is so tender, bruised, torn, bleeding. All the words that describe: wounded.

How am I supposed to read the Word of God when I feel nothing but pain?

Keep Reading.

In Defiance of Januaries

He found me curled and weeping, my husband did, as he had found me the night before… and the night before… and the night before… through all that endless winter. House around me, a maelstrom of the unguided activity of two 10-month-olds and two 2½ yr olds — my precious children, yes… but my captors, […]

Still Waters

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We live in busy times. While I have no doubt that the same could be said throughout history, we do live in an age filled with an overabundance of information and distractions. And yet, in the midst of all of this we are called to find rest and peace in Christ. Some days it seems like an impossible task.  There’s so much to do, so many things requiring our attention. And over time we often find ourselves in circumstances asking “how did I get here?”

Recently I was meditating on Psalm 23 and in particular verse 2 where David writes that God “leads me beside still waters.” Often we read this passage and think about finding peace, but I was struck by something a bit different this time. 

You Gotta

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Here’s the deal with time in the Word: you gotta.

You just have to. Done.

Is it hard to find the time? Yeah, it totally can be. Jobs and friends and kids and meetings and ministry and dishes (or ignoring dishes) easily fills up days and weeks and months. Sometimes my sink smells. Bad. But, you gotta.

Is it difficult to figure out where to start? Yep. That Bible is BIG, y’all. 66 books. Some of us haven’t read 66 books in our whole lives.  And some of it is just laws and genealogy. Blech.

Are you going to be confused? Oh, for sure. There is some CRAZY stuff in there. Suicide, destruction, violence. Dudes hanging out in fish bellies. Weirdly specific laws about bodily functions. Figures we place in high esteem committing murder and adultery. Get ready to furrow your brow and scratch your head. Get ready to have all your notions challenged. Get ready to think, “I’m not sure I like where this book of Job is going…”

But…you gotta. You just do. And here’s why…

The Word Equation

I find comfort in absolutes. They help me understand my world, and if I’m honest, it’s how I try to control it. That’s why I was always drawn to math and science growing up. There are formulas that give you the “always” relationship between items. That way you can predict the outcome when one of […]

Letters

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His face is stern. The porch is rough and unpainted, marred by heavy boots and dirty hands. The family is large. Resources must be scarce and needs must have to be met. Days must be long, work must be hard, and words must be tense.

This is my great, great grandfather. He sits in the middle of his wife and five children, my great grandmother to the far left. There is no one alive today who knew him face to face. There is no one to tell his story. In the absence of facts and any personal narrative, my mind fills in the blanks. What I have is this photo and the knowledge that he died young, followed shortly by his wife, their children left orphaned. Forsaking education for employment, they moved north and traded the roles of sisters and brother for father and mother, playmate for protector, partner in mischief for provider.

Man Doesn’t Live on Bread Alone

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I am a bibliophile. I could spend all day in a bookstore, leafing through pages, inhaling that sweet aroma, running my fingers over their spines. My bedside table gathers more words than I can read in a month (or even a year), and I wouldn’t have it any other way. But I have a confession: as much as I love books, and as much as I love Jesus, I don’t always love picking up my Bible.

There was a time this hesitation made sense because I felt intimidated by both its prose and poetry; I worried I wouldn’t understand what Jesus said should be so clear. But that’s no longer the case. Last week, as I was studying and reflecting on the power of scripture, I was reminded of when God surprised me by opening my eyes just two and a half years ago.

Something to Talk About: A Couple of Things We’ve Learned About the Dialogue of Marriage

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I still have the email.  Received nearly 17 years ago.  Sent from one side of the country to the other.  The one where he told me he loved me.

With joy I received those words from the one who’d already so completely stolen my heart.

But in the same email he shared his fears.  He referred to an Oscar Wilde play, “Our House.”  In the play the husband and wife of many years stop talking to each, not because they are angry, but simply because they have run out of things to say.  If he and I continued to pursue this relationship, if we eventually committed to a life spent together, would we too someday run out of things to say?