What I Did Not Miss
One day, I scheduled a
good sized block of minutes for uninterrupted concentration on God. I
actually try to do this regularly, but on this day in particular I was ready and waiting. I had even dug through my
bookshelves for an unused journal (I have several waiting in the wings)
in order to make notes of What I Did Not Miss.
I sat with a list of suggestions on how to pray with Scripture and opened my Bible to a reading from the Gospel of Luke. I read a few lines slowly, and waited. I read the lines again, and waited. I asked Jesus what He wanted to reveal to me, and I waited. 'Keep on doing this until the words begin to live,' the anonymous Religious had suggested. So I did.
The words I read were good words, holy words, straight-from-the-written-Word-of-God-words, and I received them with gratitude. I thanked God for the words, and for His written word, and for gifts I was aware of and gifts I didn't know I was receiving.
But did the words live? From my perspective, that did not seem to be the case.... (click to continue)
I sat with a list of suggestions on how to pray with Scripture and opened my Bible to a reading from the Gospel of Luke. I read a few lines slowly, and waited. I read the lines again, and waited. I asked Jesus what He wanted to reveal to me, and I waited. 'Keep on doing this until the words begin to live,' the anonymous Religious had suggested. So I did.
The words I read were good words, holy words, straight-from-the-written-Word-of-God-words, and I received them with gratitude. I thanked God for the words, and for His written word, and for gifts I was aware of and gifts I didn't know I was receiving.
But did the words live? From my perspective, that did not seem to be the case.... (click to continue)
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