As I have been reading Job, I am gleaning so much from the suffering and continuing speeches between Job and his friends. In Job 21, he says that he “will have nothing to do with that kind of thinking” (v. 16 NLT). Those words certainly peak my interest. Are there times in our lives when … Continue reading That Kind of Thinking
Tag: Job
Nothing But a Windbag
Eliphaz and his friends often got things wrong with what they said to Job in their speeches. They would say a lot of true things, but they did not adequately understand the entire situation and we therefore unable to realize what was truly going on with Job and his situation. As well, like us, they … Continue reading Nothing But a Windbag
Prosperity
We don’t understand the word prosperity as we should. We always like to define words with our own human perspective, so we see prosperity as something that helps us to prosper in a way we think it would be best to prosper. In Job 22:21-22, Eliphaz told Job to “submit to God…” and by doing … Continue reading Prosperity
Skewed Focus
During the summer, I often give my dog Max some ice cubes. When we come inside from a walk, I give him one ice cube to munch on and I try to encourage him to drink his water as well. But first thing in the morning he does not want to accept the ice cube … Continue reading Skewed Focus
Power or Character
“For the word of the LORD holds true, and we can trust everything He does.”- Psalm 33:4 [NLT]A friend of mine is a teacher and she explained to me how she has her students walk as a group to get to their bus. The children each hold hands with each other and they walk forward … Continue reading Power or Character
Isn’t That Odd
Life is but a breath... "Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes." - James 4:14 [NIV] "You have made my days a mere handbreadth; the span of my years is as nothing before you. Each … Continue reading Isn’t That Odd
Slave No More
I took my children for a walk today and came upon a goose with a broken wing. All the other geese were separated from this one goose, taking residence in the distance. This one goose was all alone, a prisoner so it seemed. Like our sins weigh us down, so this goose was stuck, unable … Continue reading Slave No More
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