You had to be there! That’s all I can say. But I’ll try to recapture the moment and relate it here. Continue reading “The Power of Music”
The principle of first mention is something scholars have used for years in biblical studies. As you might guess, Continue reading “Fear – False Evidence Appearing Real”
Jeopardy, n. jep’ardy. Exposure to death, loss or injury; hazard; danger; peril. [.] [.] They were filled with water and were in jeopardy. [.] Luke 8 – Webster’s 1828 Dictionary
It’s ironic in a way, that jeopardy was never part Continue reading “Jeopardy – It’s not what you think . . .”
It’s 258 miles across Lake Huron to Georgian Bay from this point on the southern shores of Lake Huron. That was Charlie says. The front lawn at my in-law’s home consist of a deck, followed by a wild patch of lawn and trees. Beyond that is a sandy beach on the southern shore of Lake Huron. Looking out of my in-laws north facing window, like the one above taken during winter provides an endless span of water right up to the horizon.
What looks really far, the horizon at beach level is only about 2.5 miles. The map on the wall next to the window looking north shows what Charlie told me. There’s 258 miles of water followed by the rest of Ontario.
I’ve been coming to Ontario since my early 20’s and I have not seen most of it. After looking at the map, I realize how huge the province is. I know more about Ontario through maps and what others have said, like my friend Charlie. I have no reason to doubt Charlie or the maps. What I lack, obviously, is the experience of being in places I have only heard about.
In two days is my 66th birthday. I’m realizing that there are so many places I’ve only heard about without having firsthand experience. Maps, stories from others, and books tell me about places I have never been. Thank God for all this help, because it lets me know I don’t know all there is to know. I know what I know. I know what I don’t know. And then there’s the stuff I don’t know that I don’t know.
There’s this place I’ve read about. I’ve heard others talk about it. I’ve been told it’s closer than I realize and yet, for most of my life, I haven’t begun to touch its full expanse. At 66, I’ve only see a small part of it.
Jesus talked about this place. He said it is his Father’s house. He said it has many rooms. He also said I am that house or place. Jesus said that anyone who loves him will keep his commandment; that his Father will love them and both will come to make their home in that person. Whew!
So there’s this place on the inside of me called the Father’s house, the place prepared by Jesus. It’s the place He has gone to prepare and now that the promised Holy Spirit has come, my life is home to the entire God-Head. I certainly wasn’t aware of that 43 years ago when I opened my heart to Jesus.
I’ve not arrived.
It was supposed to be a simple trip. I would arrive in Saint Petersburg, Russia to spend the Christmas and New Year holidays with my friends in their ministry home 30 miles south of the city. This was my first trip there during the holidays. After New Year’s Day, I was flying from Pulkovo to see my friends in southwest Ukraine near the Romanian border. Continue reading “Daily Prompt: Confused – In Russia”