John's Daily Scripture Search
I was raised on making time for Bible study every morning, mindful of Jesus' call to "Search the scriptures" (John 6:39). It has become as much a part of starting my day as breakfast, bathing, or breathing. (I mainly use the King James Version.)
Donna and I rely on a periodical called the St. James Daily Devotional Guide. With four readings each day, drawn from the historic lectionary of mere Christianity, it covers the entire Bible every two years. There are background notes by editor Patrick Reardon, along with suggested prayers.
So this daily blog isn't about my interpretations. It just offers a self-examining question that has occurred to me from each of the four readings. "Examine yourselves, whether ye be in the faith," says St. Paul (II Cor. 13:5). That's the idea here.
I hope you'll join for updates on my postings.
He made us. We didn't make ourselves. Simple but profound; so easy to forget.
If Jesus intended Christianity as something little kids and nobodies can excel at, maybe we're going about it all wrong.
If called to an accounting before the Master, would I be found awake and ready, or dull of sight and hearing? So easy to doze off at my post--
If "tomorrow" in the Lord's reckoning is the year 3016 on our calendar, think how it changes our sense of what really matters "today."
Reliving the ordeal of Job day by day this month, I want to do better at never taking for granted all the ways God has blessed my country and my family.
On those days when we feel about as commonplace as an old flowerpot, good news -- earthen vessels, jars of clay, are just what God loves to work with.
I claim to set more value on one hour of true intimacy with God than on one month's pay, but do I really live that way? Now there's a squirmy question. How about them Broncos?
We're more often in need of being reminded than of being instructed, said Samuel Johnson. From the small sin of forgetfulness, bigger sins grow.
Jihadi terror, racial antagonism, economic distress, a drug plague, and an impending election are just a few of the storm clouds thundering over us. Frightening stuff, right?
Harvesting for the Lord sounds exciting and rewarding. But plowing for him, not so much. Tedious, tiring, sweaty, dirty -- have I got what it takes?