Faith that’s real. Faith that does.
Faith that does more than just talk. Faith that is more than just a growing accumulation of knowledge.
I’ve been reading the Bible since I was five. I’ve at times memorized hundreds – even thousands – of verses. I’ve studied the Scriptures and learned to recognize the voice of the Spirit as He teaches me new insights.
But what good does it do me if I don’t live it out?
I read the Bible and come away with applications and questions to ask myself. But here’s the thing – have I really asked myself the questions? Continue reading
The same person who had asked me to answer the question “Who Is Jesus?” had also asked this question, “How Do I Follow Him?”
As I mulled over that simple yet foundational question, I wrote down a series of verses that provided an answer: Continue reading
I was probably five or six years old. It was a bright new morning, a little earlier than usual for me, when I slipped downstairs to what was then our little schoolroom (for those of you who don’t know, I was homeschooled). Here there were two little desks, one for me and one for my brother, and a big classic chalkboard that took up most of the longest wall.
I don’t remember how often my mom actually used that chalkboard, but it does stand out in my memory in this particular story. I was the first one downstairs, but to my surprise, there was writing on the chalkboard already.
It looked like instructions for a treasure hunt or something!
I started to read, and it went something like this:
He was probably only about seventeen years old when his hometown of Jerusalem was torn apart by raids and war and siege. Even though he had remained committed to God in the midst of an increasingly unfaithful culture, he faced the consequences of his people’s disobedience along with everyone else. Did it feel unfair?
The survivors were forced on a 500 mile trek to Babylon as prisoners. There he must have presented himself well, because he was selected along with the very best for a special 3-year training program. At least he wasn’t alone – three of his friends from back home were also selected. His captors gave each of them a new name and introduced them to a whole new way of life – the way of Babylon.