Living Belief

April 24, 2015 at 12:41 am (Remodeling the Mind, WSGD Newes) (, , , , , , , , , , , )

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Sandra and Ellen sat in Sandra’s dining room drinking tea. Ellen was sharing a heartache with her neighbor who had happened join her on her porch as she cried that morning. Sandra, always having been a courteous neighbor, had invited Ellen over, curious as to why Ellen was so distraught.

Ellen began by telling her that she and her girlfriend were about to be married on Wednesday afternoon. Sandra, congratulated her. Ellen’s smile did not reach her eyes. Sandra waited for her to continue. A very treasured family member had told Ellen that she could not be there, due to her “love for God and His ways”. Ellen’s voice dripped with sarcasim as she held her fingers up to “quote-end-quote”. Sandra understood.

“She has ALWAYS been there for me! Always. And now this? How can I possibly forgive this?” Ellen cried, tears competing with a running nose.

Sandra handed her a tissue. After a few moments, the tears returned to a few trickles.

“I have a question, if you don’t mind telling me, has this person always lived everything she believes? I mean, backed it up in every way?” Sandra risked poking in.

“Yes, absolutely. I mean, with growth over the years. She always would tell me, ‘it’s not about being perfect, it’s about learning to stretch and grow’, but yeah.” Ellen sniffed.

“Well, I’m no religious person. In fact I don’t believe in God at all. But it strikes me that perhaps you should not see this as such a surprise. If you’ve always respected this person, and known where they end and begin, I suppose what just happened just reinforces what’s always been there. I mean, that you can count on this person. She hasn’t contradicted herself, in fact, with much risk, she maintained her stand. That’s rather rare in my opinion. Most the people I know that say the love God and believe in Him, are constantly doing things that seem to compromise their “belief system”. It’s one of the reasons why I’m an atheist. I’ve read the Bible, noone stands like those people did way back then. I mean the “good ones”. There always seems to be a place where they give in to something or other that contradicts what the God of the Bible said. Usually it is where loved ones are concerned. But it seems to me, if she loves you she’ll continue to be what she’s always been, an live what she really believes, even if it costs her something. Was she smug about telling you she couldn’t be there?” Sandra asked, almost hoping for some chink in this persons armor.

“No, I could see she was torn too. I guess I never thought of it that way. I should have known she would not be able to come to my wedding to another woman. She’s never rejected Gwen or myself. This, like I said, is the first time she’s ever had to say, “I can’t choose you on this one, kiddo” It just hurts, ya know?” Again the tears began to flow steadily down Ellen’s face.

“I bet, I’m certainly not saying it should not hurt. But when it comes to trust, I’d say don’t let the hurt of this take that away from you both. If she will back up her beliefs like you say. Then she’s likely still very trustworthy. Thats hard to find. I don’t want people in my life who just always do things that make me happy, and just like me. I want people who stand firm, and even challenge me at times.” Said Sandra

Ellen giggled through a sniffle.
“She does that! I just can’t image her not being there.”

“Does it make you think twice about what you’re about to do?” Sandra ventured

“Yes, but how can love be wrong? I love Gwen, if God is love, how can our love be wrong? I just can’t get around that.” Ellen went from tears to outright anger.

Sandra gulped, and charged ahead.
“Well, Ellen, I don’t know you well. But if you say you believe in the God of the Bible, then you are saying you think, well, He’s God. You know, the One that knows everything, made everything and can tell you how to do everything and you can trust that God. As I said, I’m not unfamiliar with the Bible. I like to know what I don’t believe. He makes it clear that your love for Gwen is at best misplaced. So it seems you have to decide if you can say, like your loved one, “I believe in this God, and stand and live accordingly”. Sounds to me like at least some of this hurt may be more to do with a crisis of belief than the events themselves. You’re in a tough spot. We’re you raised in a church?” Sandra let out an inner breath. Where did that come from, am I encouraging her to believe in God?

Ellen kept her head down and remained silent for a moment.
“Yes, I was raised to believe in Jesus Christ, God the Father and the Spirit, as the Bible states.” Ellen let out a huff. “Pfft, but in a church, no. Churches are hypocritical.”

Don’t I know it! Thought Sandra, relieved. Yet something else tugged at the edges of her mind. It irritated her, but her mouth was moved to open.
“I agree, they are, but it seems so are you right now, achem, I mean if you believe as you say you do, that is. I’m sorry, it’s not really my business. I don’t mean to offend ya.” Sandra blurted and covered it up with apology. How in the name of all that is did that come out of my mouth?

Ellen stared at Sandra for what seemed like an hour. And then…
“Well maybe, but then I’m just doing what everyone does I guess, learning. I love Gwen, that’s all I know. Guess God is going to have to work around that!”

Again, Sandra’s mouth opened and words stunned.
“Well, they do say He’s the God of the impossible!” Sandra quickly went into sarcastic mode to cover.

Ellen and Sandra giggled. Then Ellen excused herself and left. Sandra took a huge breath. What just happened here? Her mind was drawn over and over that day to – well… there’s no other way to put it – pray for Ellen and Gwen and Ellen’s loved one she was so hurt by. The whole day they would not leave her thoughts and the Words of the Bible she did not believe in kept playing like a “bad country tune” as she thought of them. It would seem that Ellen’s loved ones stand had made an impression on Sandra, and she didn’t even know her name! Respectability is hard to find these days, she rationalized. Sandra found herself hoping she might just meet this loved one who could not be at Ellen’s wedding because she loved God so much. At the same time the other part of her dripped with distain at the thought of it. Again another scripture from “that Bible” ran through her mind. Something about a heart divided not being able to stand or some such thing. It was absurd, she had only really read the dang thing once! Just as quickly the image of that Bible tucked away in the closet came to mind. She felt an irresistible urge to go pull it out. All day and well into the next day her thoughts centered around Ellen, her loved one, and that dusty old Bible. Wednesday rolled around and Sandra caught Ellen and Gwen leaving next door. They were on their way to their wedding. They looked happy, Sandra felt sad. She walked into her house, and went to the closet, found the dusty Bible and pulled it out. Intent on reaffirming her lack of need or belief for it, she sat down and began to read.

“In the beginning, God, …”

Meanwhile, Ellens ‘loved one’ was praying for Ellen, for Gwen, for everyone they know and all who would come to know the Lord through the “impossible”.

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When Innocence Asks – 2

November 26, 2014 at 11:17 pm (WSGD Newes) (, , , , , , , , )

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The house had just emptied of the last of its guest. Ilana was in the kitchen loading the dish washer with coffee cups and cake plates. She loved that God used her home for the Thursday night women’s Bible study. She began to pray for all those that had been mentioned during the hour and a half gathering. Lorries cousin, Abby who was living in sin with her boyfriend. Gladys daughter, Cali who was using drugs. The Jensens, Kathy’s neighbors who kept harassing them about their dogs. Taliya’s husband, Andrew who she suspected was having an affair…

“Mom, what is gossip?” Twelve year old Layanah asked Ilana. She had come into the kitchen knowing her mom’s guest had left and began helping her pick up. She set a cup and plate on the counter.

Ilana was shaken from her prayers and had not quite heard the question.

“Oh, thank you Laya! I didn’t hear you come in. What was that you were saying?” Ilana reached for the cup and plate she had just set beside her.

“You’re welcome. I asked you what gossip is.” Laya said, as she sat down at the breakfast bar facing her mom’s back. The kitchen sink was across the way, a source of complaint for her mom. She was always saying she wished she could face her guest from the sink.

Ilana added soap to the dishwasher and hit start. She grabbed a towel and turned to face Laya. Her oldest daughter had that ‘I’m serious’ look to her face. Oh dear, she really wants to know what gossip is. Huh, interesting. This could take a while.

“I was just going to put water on for tea, would you like some?” Ilana asked as she grabbed the tea pot and began to fill it with water.

“Can I have hot cocoa instead?” Laya asked.

“Sure thing. You grab the marshmallows and I’ll dig out the last coffee cups.” Said Ilana. I think I have two clean ones left. Sigh. Now Lord how do I cover this topic. It’s tricky, I’ll be needing Your help.

Ilana walked around to join Laya at the bar.
“So, what brings this up, hon?” She asked.

Laya tried to gather her thoughts. This was as close to a “confrontation” as she had ever approached with her mom. She was nervous.

“Well… um… we did a big study last Sunday in class about the different ways we can gossip. Um… and I was just wondering what your definition of gossip is.” Laya worked real hard to look her mom right in the face. She was so tempted to fiddle with her fingers and look down. Why did she feel like she was doing something wrong?

“Oh… yes… I seem to remember you talking about that. Wow, well its a tricky subject. I suppose I would say is like repeating rumors.” Ilana said.

“And…what is a rumor… to you?” Laya pressed forward. Fingers fiddling in her lap.

The tea pot began to whistle.

Ilana spun to go get it. Saved by the bell! My, my I’m being put on the spot by my own daughter Lord. Guess I figured I had a couple more years. She’s only twelve. Ilana poured the water in the cups and they began to fix their drinks. She watched Laya from her peripheral vision. She really has matured lately. Why does it seem like they leave childhood sooner and sooner these days? She seems nervous. Guess I would be too. I never talked like this with my mom. Then again she was the queen of gossip. Thank You Lord that Laya is able to talk to me like this. Realizing she had gotten distracted she reviewed the last question. Rumor, oh yes. What doI think rumors are?

“It’s okay if you’re too tired to talk about this tonight mommy.” Laya was giving her mom an out. She was suddenly not sure she should question her mom this way. Besides she looks tired.

Ilana reached over and squeezed Laya’s hand.
“No, no. Really is okay hon, I’m just got distracted for a minute. My you’ve grown up lately and it just hit me.” Ilana smiled. “Rumors. Well I suppose they are things people say about other people that we don’t know for sure are true. When we hear things second hand and repeat it like it’s something we know as fact or true but really we don’t for sure.” Yeah, that should do.

“So… you think gossip could be slander too? I mean if we don’t know for sure it’s true then it could be slander? Like gossip is the actual repeating from my mouth to someone else but then if it’s really not true it then can be slander?” Laya played with the marshmallows in her cup. Guess I’m not going to keep my promise to keep looking at mom while I talk. Geez this is hard.

The series of questions stumped Ilana. The boldness her baby girl was displaying and grown up thinking was volleying for her thoughts. Achem, focus Lana! Gossip, slander. Oh yeah! Maybe something happened at school?

“Well yes, I do think slander and gossip can go hand in hand dear. It depends on the situation. Has something happened at school? What had made you think so deeply about this? You seem upset. Anything I can do to help?” Again Ilana reached for Laya’s hand.

Laya froze. Now she would have to say why she was asking straight up. She loved her mom and knew her mom loved her. The test of love is risk. That’s what Mrs. Taylor said Sunday. When you see inconsistencies in those you love, it test your true love to point them out. Mrs. Taylor’s words rang in her head. Okay, here I go.

“Momma, I was bored while your study was going. So I sat at the top of the stairs and listened. I’m not sure that was right or wrong. I’m sorry if it was wrong. But when you all started to talk about prayer request I began to feel uncomfortable. Cause it seemed to me that much of the stuff people shared sounded like gossip. And if only from what some may think is going on with someone else but they don’t know for sure it could be slander. I have also felt funny at school the last few days too. It seems like all anybody really does is gossip. I’m not trying to judge people really. I’m just trying to work on not gossiping myself. Or at least that’s why I’m thinking so deep about it. Jesus said we have to do what the Bible says not just learn it with our heads.
So anyways… on Sunday when we were done talking about all the different kinds of gossip we got to talking about how to work on it with our own selves and how to help others we love too. Momma sometimes I think adults gossip alot and slander too but they call it prayer request time.” Laya took a deep breath and slowly raised her eyes to look at her mom. She felt really hot. Maybe too much cocoa. Jesus if my heart is wrong please show me! Her mom seemed shocked. Not mad though. Whew!
Laya waited.

Ilana was stunned. Who is this girl sitting across from me tonight, Lord? She thought back to the prayer request time from the study. Reviewing the words exchanged again, but from a different perspective now. Her daughter was shining a light and it was hard to ignore. Oh my dear Lord Jesus! It was more gossip than anything! And yes, yes it could very well be as much slander as gossip too. Several of the ladies even admitted they didn’t know for sure about some of the stuff they said! And I was praying for them too!

The silence hung in the air thick. And became more uncomfortable by the second for both. Layanah felt like shrinking into the stool she sat in and shifted around. She tried to read her mom’s face but it was set in her own thoughts without much to go on. She was about to apologize and say forget it, a mistake, and swear she’d never eaves drop on her mom’s Bible study again. Then her mom cleared her throat.

“Laya, do you still have the papers from your Sunday class?” Ilana asked looking at her with what seemed like genuine interest.

“Yes.” Was all Laya could muster to her lips.

“Would you go get them right now. I’d like to look at them.” Her mom asked. Immediately Laya felt defensive.

“It’s not bad stuff momma. Really.” Laya looked as if she might burst into tears.

Ilana pulled Laya into a hug.
“Oh dear Laya, you’re not in trouble! You didn’t do anything wrong. I want you to go get it because it seems your momma is needing the lesson as badly as anyone else now. You are right about what you said dear one.” Ilana pulled Laya’s face up to look directly into her eyes. “You did very well in talking to me Laya. Don’t you dare think I’m angry with you okay?” Ilana again pulled her close and hugged her tight.

Laya’s relief was like a rush of warm air on a cold night. She wrapped her arms around her mom. Thank You God! Thank You! Oh I was so unsure of myself – so scared. But Mrs. Taylor was right!

“Now then,” Ilana said, “run and go get those papers okay? And together we’ll go over them and together we’ll encourage and help each other do what the Bible says not just learn it, eh?” Ilana smiled. Oh Lord God, this is new territory. I’m learning from this young lady You have given to me tonight! Thank You for making her brave to speak up to me. Thank You for showing me my own weakness with such love through her. Please never let me ever be too old or too much her elder to not really listen and learn from her too. Help us both honor You dear Lord!

Layanah jumped down and went to go get the papers from her class on Sunday. A smile that went from her heart to each cheek on her face wrote the moment in ink on her soul.

Ilana grabbed their cups and moved to the living room where they would be more comfortable. It seemed the Bible study was not over tonight. Perhaps this one was the only one that would really happen tonight. She too smiled from heart to face… looking forward to the days ahead where it seemed now her baby girl was becoming a young woman and they would grow more and more into friends in the Lord too!

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Grace and peace in Yeshua the Messiah

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When Innocence Asks…

November 26, 2014 at 2:33 am (WSGD Newes) (, , , , , , , , )

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Daddy, what is pride?” Seven year old Daniel looked up at his Dad as they walked towards the front door of their house.

“Huuummm, what a question. Pride. Let me find words to answer, Danny.” Daniels father answered while unlocking the door and opening it. He ushered the boy inside and flipped the light on. They began to remove their shoes and coats in the foyer.
Daniels Dad, Walter began trying to find words to fit a description of pride in his mind. Trying to fit the words of a thirty eight year old into a seven year old response. Not succeeding well.

“Why don’t you go get ready for bed and I’ll be in to answer your question and tuck you in shortly, son. Looks like your Mama is already asleep, I will kiss her for you tonight okay?” Walter bent down in front of Daniel and took the end of his coat sleeve and helped him pull it off and reached up to hang it on the hook.

Daniel nodded and turned to go obey his daddy.

Walter walked into the kitchen to get a glass of water. Still struggling to know how to frame an answer to his sons question.
Clareese would know what to say. Why do I get such a loaded question and she’s in bed? Thought Walter as he drank. What is pride? He repeated. So large a scope and such a simple question. He began to try to think of ways to put Danny off with an answer. He felt the weight of giving the correct answer to such a tempest of a concept. It was important Danny know, but how much could he truly understand at such a young age? Walter began trying to remember what ‘pride looks like at the tender age of seven’. This made it easier. Yes, that’s what he would do, talk about seven year old pride. Yet the more he began to formulate his thoughts around the plan he made the less he felt it gave a complete answer. Frustrated he placed his glass in the sink and went to check on Sadey, his four year old daughter. She had been home sick today and required Clareese’s full attention. Strep throat was making rounds early this year, Sadey had a bad case of it. High fevers, aches and unable to eat much she cried and spent a good deal of the day in a warm bath which helped the aches but did little for the fever. Even ice cream didn’t sooth her throat. Clareese had told him and had went to bed with a sore throat herself before he and Daniel had left for Tuesday night service at Solid Rock Church where they attended for five years now.

He slipped quietly into Sadey’s bedroom and was overwhelmed by the smell of vicks coming from the humidifier by her bed. He bend down to touch her forehead and felt the radiance of her fever before he touched it. Walter sighed and said a quick prayer for his daughter and kissed her softly. He left and made his way towards his bedroom. Passing Danny’s room he peaked in to see him pulling on his pajama bottoms. He smiled, Danny was a good boy.

As he entered his bedroom he let his eyes adjust to the darkness so as not to wake Clareese as he undressed and donned his own pj’s. Clareese stirred slightly but didn’t awaken. He repeated the action of reaching for her forehead as he had Sadey. Again he felt the fever before he connected to her skin.
Oh, Lord, you know I don’t do nurse well and Clareese is needed to tend with a mother’s touch our Sadey right now. Please don’t let her get too sick to be able to care for her.
Immediately Walter felt a pang of guilt. His wife was sick and he was praying, not for her health and healing but for… huh. .. oh dear… his pride?
Forgive me Lord, help me to trust You’ll provide. I can call my mom if needed. I truly just want my family to be healthy again.
He pulled the covers up over Clareese’s shoulder and turned to go say goodnight to Danny.
I’m too tired to go into this pride thing tonight. I’ll tell him we’ll talk about it tomorrow. Mommy’s sick and we may need to be extra helpful. Yes, this is what he’d say. Then he would talk to Clareese and she would help him know what to say.

Daniel was sitting up in his bed playing with his transformer action figure, Bee, when he entered the room. Danny smiled at his dad and placed the toy on his nightstand and sat up straighter as if he was ready to hear his answer to his question. Guilt again took a stab at Walter’s heart.
How can I disappoint him so? Lord what in Heaven’s name do I say?

“So… pride huh? What makes you ask about that Danny?” Walter asked.

“Mrs. Cramer gave us a scripture to memorize tonight. And I already know it by heart!” Danny beamed. “Pride goeth before a fall. Proverbs 16:18” Danny said carefully with his eyes closed. Then his face scrunched up and he opened his eyes. “What is pride Daddy? How does it go before someone falls? Is it like tripping someone with your leg and then they fall?”

The innocence of his sons mind struck Walter with a wave of relief and gladness. Ahhhh, to think so simply and with physical example! He gave a chuckle and sat on the bed facing Danny.
“Well, son is kind of like that. But pride isn’t like a person with legs.” He said.

“Well I got confused because Mama is always telling me she’s proud of me. What if she falls because of that?” Danny’s genuine concern for his mama showed clearly in is eyes.

Oh Lord from out of the frying pan into the fire! The answer is both yes and no! How am I going to do this?!
Walter took a deep breath.

“Well Danny when mommy says she’s proud of you she’s really saying she’s happy because you make her happy. It’s a grown up way of saying ‘you’re great stuff!’ Sometimes we adults forget that lots of words can mean different things. So don’t worry about mommy falling, k?” It was an indirect answer to the point but it was all Walter had. He wanted first to relieve Danny’s fear of making his mom fall.

Danny sat waiting for his Dad to go on. Relief registering on his little face so far.

“The pride that the Word of God is talking about is like a reaction to stuff. Like when someone hurts your feelings and inside,” Walter placed his hand over Danny’s heart, “inside here and here”,Walter touched Danny’s head. “We react sometimes in different ways, do you understand what I mean?” Walter sent up a prayer that Danny was following along.

“Yes. It’s like having mean thoughts because someone said a mean thing first, right?” Danny looked at his Dad searching for affirmation.

“Yes! Yes exactly like that son. When we react like that inside we have a choice to act on the mean thoughts and say them or do them or not to. Jesus promised us we would always have a choice. It’s hard not to be mean when someone is mean to us, huh?” Walter began to feel as though this wasn’t going to be as hard as he thought.

“Yeah, Paul is mean and makes me want to be mean back. But I remember what mama says, ‘Do good to those who are mean to you. This is what Jesus helps you do.’ She has to help me think of good things though cause my mean thoughts talk loud Daddy. Does that mean I have the pride that makes me fall?” Tears began to form in Danny’s brown eyes and it broke Walter’s heart.

Walker reached for his son and pulled him into his lap. Folding him in his arms as if he could protect him from pride.

“We all have that pride dear boy. All of us. That is why we remember that scripture… like a warning that helps us choose what Jesus promised He would give. Cause when we are mean back to meanness usually it just makes more meanness, huh?” Walter said as he held Danny close. He looked down into Danny’s face to wait for him to respond.
Danny shook his head ‘yes’, but remained quiet.

“Well see the fall that the Bible is talking about is that meanness. Because now meanness is in control, it has made you do mean things and the other person do mean things and it just keeps meanness going back and forth. When we sin, we fall short of what God wants for us and for those we effect. So that’s the fall that happens when we choose our pride. Pride being our way of reacting and thinking and doing things. If we choose while we are first reacting inside our hearts and in our thinking, to be good to meanness then we don’t fall or cause others to fall into more meanness too. Does that make sense Danny?” Walter again sent up a prayer that God would help his little boy understand what he was saying.

“Yes, Daddy, I understand. It’s really hard though. Is it hard for you too?” Danny pulled back to look at Walter’s face.

“Yes, yes my boy is very hard for me too. In fact is not easy for anyone. We always have to work hard at that because pride never really goes away. Jesus gives us a way to not fall over it but until He comes back and we live with Him forever we will have to work really hard at keeping pride from making us fall. It’s like brushing your teeth. They may always seem fine and white but if we don’t brush everyday we’ll get cavities. So brushing your teeth is like keeping pride from decaying them. It’s easy to just say ‘one night won’t hurt if I skip’ but pride lies to us and if we let one night go then the next one will be easier.” Walter wasn’t sure the comparison was all that great but it’s what came to mind.

“Oh.” Said Danny. Shifting in his lap. “I guess that means I should go brush my teeth. I’m sorry I tried to skip it Dad.”

Danny got up to go into the restroom and began to brush his teeth. Walter sat there wondering if he should say more. And amazed how God had him covered in so many ways. Danny came back and crawled into bed and laid down to go to sleep.
“I will try really hard not to let pride rot my teeth or my heart for Jesus Dad. I’m glad He gave us a way not to fall. I’m tired. Goodnight Daddy. I love you.” Danny sat up to wrap his arms around Walter’s shoulders, hugging him tight. “Thank you for talking to me tonight Daddy, I know you get tired at night real bad. Mommy says so. I’m glad not too be confused about pride so much. It helps me know why I memorize the Bible. God’s words brush my heart like the tooth brush does my teeth, huh?” Danny said in Walter’s ear before he laid down on his pillow.

Walter smiled. What an amazing gift his boy was! “Yes, son. God’s word is just exactly like that! Thank you for reminding me! Good night. Sleep well. Love you son.” Walter kissed Danny on the forehead and walked out to go to bed.

God, thank you for teaching me about pride tonight. Through my little boy Danny.

Grace and peace in Yeshua the Messiah

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Literary Freedom

April 13, 2013 at 1:19 am (WSGD Newes) (, , , , , , , , , )

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Proverbs 3:5-6

Trust in Adonai (the Lord) with all your heart; do not rely on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him; then He will level your paths.

Have you ever asked why God willed it that His Word be written? That the Bible has endured, with all the propensities for human error in translation? Or perhaps the better question may be, for you, do you believe its by the will of God that this thing called learning to read and write, indeed is from God? Consider carefully. Though man has in effect seemed to take all the credit for the novel idea of “no child left behind” and pumping the importance of education (which in effect begins with reading and writing); it has never and will never be to human-kinds credit that now 97% of the worlds population can read. In the 1500’s very few could read. Now the promise of learning as a child to read, is almost synonymous with learning how to walk.

Sadly with all the modern day advantages, reading any book is falling out of favor. What is my point? It’s with a heavy heart that I write tonight. For now more than ever, the reading of the Bible by any person is so easy; and so avoided.
Here is a list of common reasons why:

~ Its boring.
This breaks my heart above all reasons.

~ I don’t like to read.

~ I don’t have time.

~ I can’t understand it.

~ I’m not a “reader”.

We live in a culture that hinges and  unhinges upon what’s comfy and enjoyable. Thereby the amazing honor of having learned how to read has been lost. Its no accident that God had His Word written down and this evidence alone is why we know that its His will that anyone should be able to know Him by reading it.
Just like the only way to the Father is through Yeshua the Messiah (Jesus Christ); the only way to learn what He is like, how He works, and what He has done…is through the door of reading His Word. The complaint of not understanding it may be valid. The excuse of not liking to read? Sorry there’s no cure for personal discomfort. As to having time?? Anyone with half a conscience can answer…make and take the time because everything else you put time into depends on it. If you count yourself not a “reader”… I pray by that you mean you literally can not read anything. Yet even in this category you fail, for now the Word can be listened to via MP3, CD, or likely you know someone who can read. As to it being boring…my guess is you have failed to be bored to death with all else this world has to offer for entertainment. Though this may also be the same ailment of not understanding what you are reading. This too, has a cure…ask God on the faith He gives you to read it to you. 90% of lack of understanding comes from our lack of ability to understand the meaning of anything because we are unwilling to unlearn the wrong ways to view things and relearn the correct ways. We are a proud people who now more than ever pride ourselves on “what we know”.
We can’t read the Word of God and think we know anything. It may sound redundant but its wisdom is ancient and – if you stay still enough, long enough – something inside you will hum with the truth of it.

On the other hand its possible – somehow its possible that some would – having been exposed to and read it all their lives; think they know the One who wrote it so well that they have become immune to it. Such paradoxes I leave to the only One who can grasp it to decipher. Yet the birds of the air know their Maker more than these. Most often this disease comes from another ancient mantra;

Know thyself.

This corrodes the path by which anyone can ever truly know anything.

Show me who You are O God!

Just for the sake of knowing Him – not yourself or others or to understand a thing He’s made – but just to know Him. If this be a readers heart when they open those thin pages of their Bible…they will not be bored, will be shown how to understand by Him, Himself. Its a promise He made…He has never failed to keep it. And then…then – ahhhh – the doors of our very souls are opened to mysteries far beyond what we have ever seen or ever known.

Help me to Love You Lord!

In such a pursuit our love for anything or anyone  becomes divinely corrected and perfected without one effort on our part. For fountains of true love flow from Him and Him alone – we have none of our own. I have heard it said and likely you have to;

“Well so-n-so loves so-n-so in their own way, as best they can.”

I tell you, if someone loves another in their own way, sooner or later this “love” translates to hate. Yet if I love anyone as God loves them and myself, it is the very article of genuine love and produces the fruits of it. These fruits lay in a garden not produced in earthly soil; but the very breath of God from whence all things came – even man in which God used both! (Breath and earthly soil)

The Word of God, which He has always breathed can not be over-exposed to one who longs to know the Breath that breathed it. But, one who wants to know themselves better and make this earthly life work and thereby reads an army of scripture a day – only for that purpose – will become immune to the oxygen of life from whence the Words come. Atrophying the soul and eclipsing the light by which they were meant to grow. The Word of God can ONLY be used by Him. The man or woman who seeks to use it – will find they read the words right enough but they never get read by the Word. There is an awesome metaphysical and spiritual reality that is found; more solid than the ground beneath our feet when the Word reads us! Each word becomes volumes and volumes of more than words but Life! There are so so many reasons why eternal life is necessary to God’s children! One word contains enough volumes to stretch to the farthest reaches of a million years!

It would only take one word perhaps two for a person to know thyself.
Sin
Fallen
We become short-lived inside the “wisdom” of “know thyself”!

Know the One who created you!
Seek the One who created you
Serve the One who created you
Listen to the One who created you
Read the Words from the One who created you

You will find no thoughts for yourself there to trip you up in the pursuit to simply know God, Yeshua (Jesus), the Father, the Spirit…the Living Word! He spoke the first word, He wrote the first word…and He has willed that all should not be held by the excuse that they can not read them!
I have seen people, willing to do the most unenjoyable and undesirable things for empty and fruitless pursuits. But for the amazing privilege of reading…the purpose for which you have learned to do so is just one. Yes, just one. That we may know the Truth and that He may set us free. Every other perk to learning to read is added bonuses. A long time ago, only the wealthy and upper class of society learned to read. Now, the homeless can. Even the blind. Some blind learn to read and never see. Some homeless learn to read, never change their “homeless status” but find their true Home within the pages of a Book, for which all mankind was taught to read. God “wrote the book” on every single thing worth knowing…I pray His Spirit move again in people with humility and gratefulness for the honor of learning to read. May He be known in every Word!

I will list scripture references below for further study on the Word which for all “my” words can be summed up in His, expounded, and enlarged should you wish to read them.

Matthew 6:33; 19:29 ~ Deuteronomy 4:29; 10:12 ~ Psalms 119:2 ~ Colossians 3:16 ~ Isaiah 33:6 ~ 1 Timothy 4:8 ~ Proverbs 8:18 ~ Matthew 7:7 ~ Jeremiah 29:13 ~ John 15:7-16; 10:4, 27 ~ 1 John 1:10

Grace and peace in Yeshua the Messiah ❤

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Recommended Reading/Further studying to show yourself approved!

November 13, 2012 at 12:34 am (recommended reading) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , )

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For those who dare to brave learning the Bible from the very language and perspective of God, as spoken in the beginning. These books are your friend. I often blog about Jeff Benners work. They consist of YouTube videos and some have come straight out of his books. **See The Shepherds Words category

For the sake of not repeating myself obnoxiously…I can only say…to miss out on these resources is to try and taste food with your nose plugged! Hebrew was Yeshua’s (Jesus) language…the language of the Old Testament and for good reason!  Consequently it was the language of origin for most the writers of the New Testament too!
Though it is likely Yeshua and those authors who followed Him spoke and wrote Greek too, they were all very educated and “brought up” immersed in Hebrew. Its no accident! The more you learn the Word of God from this perspective the more you understand why God purposed His Son to be brought up in its culture and language!

I recommend all of Jeff Benners work…not because he’s inhumanly un-falable but because his work is to glorify the True Author of the Bible, God, Himself. Not man’s intellect in its translation, but the work of the Spirit’s. To boldly go where man won’t without His decisive lead!

Grace and peace in Yeshua the Messiah ❤

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