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Beth Moore

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Feb 8

My big brother, truest kindred, best friend, poet, pianist, conductor, singer, composer, foodie of all foodies, my lovely, funny Wayne dropped out of our lives yesterday afternoon walking to choir practice in Rome where he & my sister-in-law, Lisa, retired from musical theater.

His gentle heart stopped. Just gave right out. I write this to you because I’ll need 4 or 5 days to find oxygen again & you’re kind enough to wonder where I am. I write this also for myself to stare at the words and let them sink in. “Wayne is gone. Won’t be texting you today

with a picture of a delicate plate from some Italian cafe with a 2 paragraph perfectly-crafted description of tastes & textures. Nor tomorrow.” We talked constantly. I’ll never have a person in my life exactly like him again.

I don’t get long to sit out. Memoir comes out soon.

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Beth Moore

@BethMooreLPM

Feb 1

A thing I treasure about traveling many miles with Jesus is how a passage in my Bible reading not only has present instruction & consolation but pulsates with history from one long past. I’ll remember how I clung to that verse—held it like the women holding to the feet of Jesus

after he’d risen as if to say, “Now that I’ve found you, I’ll never let you go!” Of course, it is he who actually does the finding. He who never lets us go. Psalm 103 was part of my lectionary reading this morning. It weighs heavy with history for me. I memorized it when I first

started facing my past. I was tormented by memories. Flashbacks cracking thunderously thru the pitch black abyss of my mind like veiny bolts of lightning. Light, yes. But dangerous light. Chilling light. Killing light. Not just of my young trauma but also all I’d handed myself

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Beth Moore

@BethMooreLPM

Jan 28

Many years ago when we were in our 20s, one of our dearest couple friends (still close) lost a preschooler to cancer. Nearly killed all of us in our circle. The fuller details of the last moments are too sacred for social media but I can’t get a part of it out of my mind this AM.

The pain of his tiny body seemed to dissolve and his expression turned to joy as he described Jesus in detail to his parents. “See??? Right there!” Then he spoke of a woman with him. His parents were baffled and tried to think who on earth. A deceased relative?? “No,” he said,

like they were silly not to know. “Jesus’ mommy!” Soon he was in the arms of Christ. We wept and wept, yes, racked with grief but also wrecked over the tenderness of a Savior who just perhaps thought a little guy might find extra comfort in a mommy tagging along. If you make this

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Beth Moore

@BethMooreLPM

Jan 22

Keith and I just passed serious wreckage right on the other side of a highway median. Expected to see cars. Stunned when it was a small plane that had gone nose-down right on the highway. Chilling. Emergency personnel were already there and that side of the road, already closed.

Oh, i just hate it so badly. I just hate that some people are going to get the worst news of their lives today.

Wait wait wait wait!!! I am reading about it right now on my phone and there were no fatalities! Y’all. I am absolutely flabbergasted and so grateful to God. When I say that God just saved someone’s neck, I’m not playing. If you could have seen what we saw!

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Beth Moore

@BethMooreLPM

Jan 14

For the life of me, I don’t get the appeal of Jonathan Edwards to many. After my Bible reading this morning, I read a bit out of an old book I’d pulled off my shelf. A compilation of many of the great sermons of the past. I flipped open to a page where I’d handwritten the words,

“But I have Jesus.” I’d underlined the word Jesus. Lol. Now that right there is vintage Beth. I’ve got nothing if I don’t have strong feelings. I’ve got nothing if I don’t have Jesus. I grinned, curious what I’d felt the need so many years ago to respond so curtly toward.

“The God that holds you over the pit of hell, much as one holds a spider or some loathsome insect over the fire, abhors you, and is dreadfully provoked… You are 10,000 times more abominable in his eyes than the most hateful venomous serpent is an ours.” (Jonathan Edwards)

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Beth Moore

@BethMooreLPM

Dec 17, 2022

A Twitter lesson I learned the hard way. I share this because I think it’s possible the new EM Twitter world is going to increasing draw people into this same trap:

It’s good, right & godly to speak out about what we believe to be deeply troubling in Christian communities that,

in the words of the apostle Paul, are out of step with the truth of the gospel (Gal 2)—when compelled by the Holy Spirit (rather than by culture wars). But where this goes awry is in thinking people are going to change their minds because of it.

I tend to be optimistic but I need to warn you such a return is highly unlikely. More often than not, there’s too much power, position and money at stake. What happens instead is that WE get more & more frustrated, madder & madder & more & more bitter. And frankly less likable.

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