Three of my favorite books from 2021, plus I'm giving one of them away!
Update, 2/2/22: Cherylynn won this year's giveaway. Congrats, Cherylynn!
Three of my favorite books from 2021, plus I'm giving one of them away!
Update, 2/2/22: Cherylynn won this year's giveaway. Congrats, Cherylynn!
A preview of December's email-only article.
I think nearly every craving we have is an expression of a genuine, legitimate need whether physical or otherwise.
The surface-level desire might be a bastardization of that need, something that won't solve the underlying problem at all or even make the problem worse--like my craving for a bag of salty chips when what I really need is a glass of water.My subconscious brain knows I need to consume something, but what, exactly, gets lost in translation.I bring all this up to paint a backdrop for an interesting verse in Proverbs. The verse reads, "The Lord does not let the righteous go hungry, but he thwarts the craving of the wicked" (Pro. 10:3). Seems simple on the surface, right?
But we leave a lot of meat on the bone if we only take one bite and move on. So let's pause for moment and see just what kind of implications this verse has for us.
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Maybe this is why they were such jerks.
| Matheus Ferrero |
JOB'S FRIENDS SAID some pretty dumb things.
One guy, Eliphaz, said:
Are the comforts of God too small for you,
or the word that deals gently with you?
Job 15:11
This was after Job lost everything and developed painful sores all over his body. That would be a bit like heading to a hospice facility to lecture the patients on time management skills.
Another friend, Bildad, said:
A preview of November's email-only article.
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| Job on the Ash Heap: Job Berated by His Wife, Jusepe de Ribera (c. 1632) |
Stop me if you've heard this one.A friend, family member, or coworker has a terrible thing happen. Car accident, layoff, death of a family member. Now he is "mad at God" because, "How could he let this happen?" Once he was a Christian, now he's not so sure he can believe in God who would cause so much pain.No doubt you know someone firsthand or have heard tell of such a tale thirdhand. Maybe that person I just described is you.Why is this story so common?I think the reason is quite simple. Human beings, created in God's image, are designed for eternity. We are meant to live in harmony and peace with him forever. This destiny is embedded in our psyche, woven into our DNA. The story of Adam and Eve in the garden of eternal bliss and the promise of eternity in glory with our heavenly father are as natural to us as breathing. We anticipate harmony without even being conscious of said anticipation. Why?
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Learning to trust God even when life doesn't make sense.
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| J W |
If you've ever been disillusioned with life or disappointed with God, no doubt the emotion was born from a mismatch of expectation and reality.
You expected a long and prosperous life, not one shortened by cancer. You expected to be in your dream job forever, not to be laid off because of hard economic times. You anticipated your children growing up to follow the Lord, but they have turned away from the faith.
These unrealized futures send a shock to our systems, and God, being the omnipotent, omniscient being he is sometimes bears the brunt of our rage and bitterness. As natural as these responses seem amidst the throes of tragedy, in the end, we're only hurting ourselves.
But where do these expectations come from? Who says we're guaranteed a long life of prosperity or an existence free from conflict?
A preview of October's email-only article.
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| Aditya Romansa |
As a relatively young person, I've enjoyed years of good health. I rarely visit the doctor. I don't take any medications. I'm free from aches and pains.
This hasn't always been the case.
As a child I struggled with severe chronic asthma leading to more hospitalizations than I can remember. Many people don't like hospitals, but I learned to like them. The warm glow of the ER lights meant I would soon be able to breathe easy again. So I endured the jabs, pricks, and chest x-rays in anticipation of the inevitable relief.
We had medicine at home, but no amount of albuterol or steroids ever seemed to be enough. Eventually all the preventatives and intervention attempts failed to keep the condition at bay, and I would deteriorate to the point where my parents began packing a bag in preparation for the overnight stay.
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