I’ve made references to my Bible journaling in a few of my posts through the years, primarily here and here and here. I even blogged about it for Desiring God. But recently I came across this story written in March of 2000.
It was on the choir tour bus during my junior year of college that a young man I greatly admired challenged me about my devotional life.
“I don’t think it’s right,” he said, “to read the Bible just looking for one verse that sticks out for the day, for a shot in the arm, a spiritual vitamin pill. The Bible is God’s Continue reading “Bible journaling before Bible journaling was cool”
January of 2016 was a time of soul quiet for me. I posted almost nothing on any social media outlet, and I spent a lot of time with the Lord.
One thing He showed me was that this passage from Revelation 2, written to the church of Ephesus, fit me almost exactly:
“I know your works and your labor and your patience
and how you cannot bear them which are evil: [Yes, He’s got that right.] Continue reading “Greenville Woman Cannot Bear Evil, Leaves Primary Love. You Won’t Believe What Happens Next.”
I haven’t written anything for my Here’s the Joy devotional blog for over six months. But I really have been doing a lot of writing.
In December I wrote a blog post for the Desiring God website.
In the spring I wrote and presented a three-hour presentation on domestic abuse for a local church here in Greenville, SC, based largely on Continue reading “Not really six months of silence”
At some point in my life—not that long ago, I’m afraid—I realized I said these two words a lot.
I can’t memorize like I used to. I can’t keep anything in my head for more than about ten seconds.
I can’t take on one more thing. Really, I would love to, but I just can’t.
I can’t do this by myself, people.
I just can’t break this sin pattern.
At some point—don’t remember what God used to turn on the light—I realized Continue reading “Note to self: Stop saying “I can’t””
As far as I can see, there are two kinds of help. One is assistance. One is deliverance.
When you call out for help with a task that needs three hands, you already have two of the hands you need, so you’re asking for assistance.
But when you call out for help because you’re in a burning building and can’t get out, you’re crying for Continue reading “What kind of help do you need?”
When we left my Independent Fundamental Baptist roots (not because of rules so much, or a particular bad experience, but because in our study of the Bible, some of our beliefs had changed so fundamentally that we no longer fit), in searching for where we belonged in the world of Christendom, we ended up in a Reformed Baptist church.
Reformed Baptists, with their peculiar brand of legalism, quite different from Continue reading “How much of a day of rest should Sunday really be?”
How was it that I had begun to take certain wrongdoing so lightly? How was it that I could justify theft?
I was a graduate assistant at Bob Jones University. That meant while I was taking my grad classes, I was also working thirty hours a week at Bob Jones University Press to pay my school bill.
Except there came a point where I wasn’t working. I don’t know how it happened, really, Continue reading “Airing my dirty laundry at Bob Jones University”
I first posted this piece in February of 2010. Update on it below!
I’ve been reading The Heavenly Man to my two teenagers at lunchtime. This book, which deeply influenced me three years ago, is about the great revival that took place in China in the 1970s and 1980s, in the very midst of the spirit-numbing Cultural Revolution. When people heard about the salvation of Jesus Christ and embraced Him, then giving their lives for Him seemed like a reasonable sacrifice. It was a no-brainer.
Over and over again, while I’m reading, I stop, with tears in my eyes Continue reading “The Heavenly Man: Revival in China . . . and Iran”
It’s been two years (only two years!) since the Lord began regularly bringing sexual abuse survivors into my life, and my heart hurts.
I was scrolling back through some of my correspondence to retrieve some information, and I came across a letter I wrote to a friend, early on, when it was all still new to me.
And what I wrote two years ago Continue reading “Letter to an abuse survivor friend”