A marathon of tweets Friday night—worst of all times—gave a short history, with links, of the Forthright/GoSpeak efforts. When the American government releases news it doesn’t want anybody to take note of, it’s done on Friday nights.
But in my lonesomeness, with The Missus gone to a retreat (not a retweet), it seemed a good idea, so off we tweeted. Like this one,
• Nothing sadder than progressives mouthing love and grace as a criticism of their brethren, and that in the public square before pagans. But they can’t do otherwise. For all their words, progressives are reactionaries.
• The crying prophet Jeremiah was so impressed with God’s instructions to buy the Anathoth field, and with the confirmation of that when his cousin Hanamel showed up and confirmed it, that he burst out in praise in chap. 32.16-25. Not far into that praise, he said, “You plan great things and you do mighty deeds” (Jer 32.19 NET). When God plans, it comes to fruition. What a comforting thought!
• Good friend and colaborer in works virtual, Richard Mansel, asks every Friday on Facebook what his buddies are reading. A great question. I used his weekly practice as part of an introduction this morning to Bible class. I’m teaching a series on the New Testament church. Today’s lesson, “The Reading of the Church,” literal translation. Better maybe, “The Church’s Reading Material.” Main verses used: Mt 22.31, Ac 15.22-31, Cl 4.16, 1Th 5.27, 1Tm 4.13, Rv 1.3. You don’t have to guess very hard to stumble on my direction with this class.
• I like summaries that give the big picture. One of those is David and Pat Alexander’s The Lion’s Handbook to the Bible (Lion 1973). I have the Portuguese translation. It’s a largish volume, some 700 pages, nearly 600 of which are commentary on the OT and NT in summary fashion. Often, their comments sparkle. (Obviously, they have their Protestant tendencies.) It’s one of those primer books I like to turn to. Primer, in the sense of priming the pump. I’ve had it for a long time, since 1988, to be exact. But only recently have I begun to use it much.
• Speaking of summaries, can you summarize a chapter of the Bible with a condensation any shorter than this one of Matthew 28?
• After church this morning, we enjoyed a birthday cake for the 10-year-old son of a sister in Christ. See some pics here. Then we had lunch at the mall. Sometimes varying our habits can be wholesome. Dessert, then the main dish. I never said that to my kids, however. If I had, they’d never have forgotten it.
• Three hundred and one women was the official count for the national ladies’ retreat at our Christian camp this past weekend. Right now, the camp has beds for 152 tired bodies. So I guess they hung some sisters on nails. Best of all, The Missus said she heard no complaints. How good is that?
• Looks like the evangelicals are mainstreaming Mormonism, as they support Mr. Romney. Ironic to see some of them talk about supporting the candidate who upholds the Bible, or something like that. I wonder what the chosen prophet Joseph Smith would have said to that. I suppose Mr. Romney is a moral, serious man who will make a good president, at least, one hopes and prays. His religion, that’s another thing entirely.
• So hard to predict what will touch people or tickle their fancy. Maybe if I were a psychologist or social engineer, I might possess some clairvoyance. An idea or phrase that I plop down sometimes gets so much more attention or likes or comments than a carefully prepared statement or article. Are politicians good readers of the public, well tuned to what others like to hear, tweakers of the fancy phrase and golden promise? Even if they are, I’m not sure I want to make their methods a subject of study for the kingdom of God.
• Long ago, maybe while I was reading a good brother’s story of his ministry and early life, somebody suggested I write my autobiography. I’m way too young for that. And, above all, too dull. But last night I woke up—too much fine food of late, I suppose—and that suggestion rose from nowhere to produce memories of past ages and paragraphs of the choicest prose. A shame I didn’t have pen and paper or a recorder at hand to register it all, for I must have written at least half of my autobiography in my mind, before I dropped off to sleep again.
• If you were to write your autobiography, what would your first paragraph look like?