I’m wondering if it says anything at all when women theologians—academics—who’ve diligently studied the Scriptures, teach on women’s roles then have to leave social media because they know they’ll be torn to shreds by wolves. Not just disagreed with. Not just debated. Shredded.
I’m wondering if it says anything at all that people who shred them, slander them, do all they can to discredit them, label them and use them as object lessons so other women will see what will happen if they push back, never see their grave sinfulness.
I heard a very wise and insightful young woman say recently that there’s a particular cruelty that is reserved for women who rock the boat. Asked by the podcast host what she believed the explanation for such particularity might be and she answered, “Misogyny.”
Reasonable people: READ the actual book —not articles or reviews but the BOOK— before you publicly disagree with @bethallisonbarr then, because Christ is Lord and Head of the Body, his church, treat her & others like her with respect. Take care how you handle people Jesus loves.
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When my dumb alarm goes off well before dawn, I so don’t want to get up. These words of David have pulled me out of the bed so many times.
“I will sing; I will sing praises.
Wake up, my soul!
Wake up, harp & lyre!
I will wake up the dawn.
I will praise you, Lord.”Ps.57:7b-9a.
Don’t you love how he’s telling himself to shake off the slumber & get up? “Wake up, my soul!” Then he tells his instruments to get-cracking. “Wake up, harp & lyre!” Then my favorite part. He determines to get up before daylight & wake up the dawn instead of dawn waking him up.
And we’re left with this spectacular image of the sleepy psalmist, hair awry, eyes still a bit glued together, rolling over, grabbing his harp, standing to his feet under the early morning stars & praising God like a song-alarm to the sun. And before long, the sun is up, awakened
Reflecting this morning on restoration after my reading in Jeremiah 32-33. Thinking how we can be so certain nothing is left and all is desolation and every dream or hope is dead. And nothing makes a corpse of hope like us having killed it ourselves. The agony of consequences.
Then right there, staring at the barren field, our bare feet on parched dirt, silver clouds of a sunless sky hanging shame heavy on our heads, yoke-like, death-like, the word of the Lord we once knew takes flight from the sacred page and the Wind reminds us in whispers inaudible,
“I am the Lord, the God over every creature. Is anything too difficult for me?” Over and over in Scripture, God says “I will again...” I want to remind you this morning that yours, if you are in Christ Jesus, is a God of Agains. “Why,” we ask, “would he bother with us again?”
My morning readings these last few weeks have been in the (looooong) book of Jeremiah. Explains why I haven’t said much about my Bible readings lately. The chapters are profound & so rich but require context. Nobody wants a 20-part thread. Lol. But this morning was Jeremiah 31.
It was like stumbling into Eden from a blood-soaked war zone. Over 1/2 of it is written in poetry, God Himself the poet. I’m wrenched by this God this morning. This God who is unspeakably holy, who is both near & far & sees our evil ways & how we’ve exploited the sacred for sin.
We’re not Israel, of course, in the passages of Jeremiah 31 but we have the same God with the same heart toward His own and we are most certainly people of the new covenant foretold in Jeremiah 31. The longest quotation from the OT found in the NT is Heb 8:8-12 from Jer 31:31-34.
A word to you who may, by God’s grace & sovereign will, become career writers. Vocational writers. I’m talking about those who’ll write numerous books and articles that stretch over 3 to perhaps as long as 5 decades. One of the most important things you’ll be faced with doing is
looking back over your own work & accepting your limitations. You couldn’t know what you didn’t know. If you’re in your 30s & you’ve written something fabulous & think you’ll get years down the road & look back on decades of writing without wincing, I have bad news for you. God’s
too good, too faithful, to let you grow old—drawing ever nearer to the day you’ll see his face—thinking you’re hot. It’s not going to happen. And you’re also going to still be quoted for saying things you either wish you wouldn’t have said or would have said differently. You’ll
Meditating on these fascinating verses out of 1 Peter 1 this AM. What I’d give to sit around a table today and discuss this segment for a couple of hours with others who find them equally compelling, especially this Holy Week. I memorized them in the NET so I’ll quote from it:
“Concerning this salvation, the prophets who predicted the grace that would come to you searched and investigated carefully. They probed into what person or time the Spirit of Christ within them was indicating when he testified beforehand about the sufferings appointed for Christ
and his subsequent glory. They were shown that they were serving not themselves but you, in regard to the things now announced to you through those who proclaimed the gospel to you by the Holy Spirit sent from heaven—things angels long to catch a glimpse of.” 1 Peter 1:10-12
Presently in the book of Jeremiah in my daily reading. Have you ever heard anything more beautiful than these 2 lines of poetry in Ch 15?
“Your words were found and I ate them. Your words became a delight to me and the joy of my heart, for I bear your name, Lord God of Armies.”
I knew someone who felt this way. Bible study was not only a spiritual discipline to him. It was the delight of his life. Though I could not quite define what distinguished him, I knew that I wanted it and began to pray for it with all my heart. And the Lord granted it.
A guy who worked with him told me that, earlier the very day my mentor went home to be with Jesus, he’d gone on and on to him about several verses in Ephesians.
I‘ll tell the story as long as I live because I believe with everything in me God would do this for any believer.