I listen to a fair amount of Bible teachings online and on You Tube. Most of which greatly blesses me. I read a fair amount in commentaries as well. I respect and admire many of these men that I listen to and read after. But at some point along the way, one or more of these perspectives is rejected and, at times, attacked. All of a sudden I find myself in: The Realm of The Fringe.
Thy Kingdom Come
Every time I read or hear this I am immediately transported back to second grade. Each morning before class we said the Lord’s Prayer and the Pledge to the American Flag. At some point in the year, though, we stopped saying the Lord’s Prayer. There was no explanation, we just sort of … stopped. I was seven years old, 1961.
HELP, I’ve Fallen and I Can’t Get Up!
I was outside with my grandsons at their house. My oldest grandson is 11 and the youngest is 6. For whatever reason, we got running which led into a race. I had no doubt that I would be able to outrun them. I’m in “good” shape. I ride my 12 speed bike several days a week on my Indoor Bike Trainer Exercise Stand … thingy. I’ll show them what a 63 year old young guy can do.