December 18, 2023
#816 HOW GOD SPOKE TO ME TODAY
December, 2023 Believing I am supposed to impress someone with my Christianity is a terrible trap–a sham. It trains my vision on myself, not God. I am not His representative; He is my companion.
December 19, 2023
Golf Tuesday at good ol’ Plantation…
#817 HOW GOD SPOKE TO ME TODAY
December, 2023 The golf dichotomy: the game I am playing and the people I am playing it with. Zoom in: the game I am playing has total prominence. Zoom out: the laughs, the special moments, the commoradoterie (as my friend Bill says) mean more than the score I/we posted. From God to me: Don’t elevate the game above the people.
December 20, 2023
#818 HOW GOD SPOKE TO ME TODAY
November, 2023 A soul is getting ready to enter a fetus and learns there is an entrance exam:
Tester: Are you going to choose good or evil?
Soul: Oh, good, for sure.
Tester: Are you going to choose others or self?
Soul: Uh.…
December 21, 2023
#819 HOW GOD SPOKE TO ME TODAY
November, 2023 My biggest obstacle in hearing God’s voice is my own selective hearing. Rather than being open to whatever God wants me to experience, I try to direct God toward whatever I am focusing on. And because of my fallen nature, my focus is frequently on something negative.
December 22, 2023
#820 HOW GOD SPOKE TO ME TODAY
November, 2023 The Bible loves to pair concepts: “Abide in me and I in you” … “the Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want” … “He must increase and I must decrease” … These are all signposts pointing to the central duality of our existence — material and spiritual; life and death; creature and Creator.
December 23, 2023
As we celebrate His birth, let us remember His promise…
#821 HOW GOD SPOKE TO ME TODAY
February, 2023 All glory to God, all glory to God, all glory to God…the closer I get to the meaning of life, the louder I hear it…all glory to God, all glory to God, all glory to God.
December 24, 2023
Family Sunday, Christmas Eve, orphan style…
#822 HOW GOD SPOKE TO ME TODAY
December 24, 2023 I am coming to grips with celebrating Christmas Day without any of our children or grandchildren. Or anybody. Just Karen and me and Spice. There is a voice in me saying we must have done something wrong, some unseen hole in our parenting. They should be here with us. That voice is my ego. Then there’s a stronger voice saying my children are in good places, this is just fine as it is, an intimate Christmas with Karen, unabashedly celebrating the birth of our Savior. That voice is my soul. Bless my soul, Lord.
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