Some days the Kindle deals are there, some days they are not. But every day I comb through thousands of mostly-wretched books looking for the few diamonds in the rough.
Westminster Books has a sale on ESV Heirloom Bibles; the sale is geared toward moms and grads.
(Yesterday on the blog: Thankful for God’s Good Gift of Government)
This is clever work from Eddie Ssemakula, who writes for TGC Africa. He pens an imagined apology from a prosperity preacher who got 2020 so very wrong…
This video discusses the nature, purpose, and shortcomings of all those pandemic models. (See also How Coronavirus Charts Can Mislead Us which teaches how to properly read charts and graphs; and What Antibody Studies Can Tell You — and More Importantly, What They Can’t.)
William Wood speaks to whether Moses was really the author of the first five books of the Bible.
Alasdair Groves writes about the Apostle Paul’s long-distance love for his churches. “Paul has this delightful way of passionately holding to two extremes simultaneously. He speaks often and with obvious depth of feeling of how much he ‘longs to be with [them] again.’ And yet, he also clearly feels a deep sense of connection with the churches simply by writing, praying for them, being involved in their affairs from afar, and by hearing good news of their deepening faith and love (e.g. 1 Thess 3).”
I suppose the yeast shortage was bound to follow the flour shortage since, if your house is like mine, you’ve been smelling much more freshly-baked bread than in days past… “Once the newly-minted home bakers of the country hoovered up all the flour, they came back for the yeast. March 2020 was already a record-breaking month according to Amber Trott, an analyst at Kantar. Total sales in fast-moving consumer goods, an industry term for items like packaged food and drinks, rose by 24 per cent. But yeast expanded at a rate the best boulanger would be proud of: 181 per cent.”
“I’ve told you about the railroad engineer who came to Christ. When he first showed up on a Wednesday for prayer meeting, he prayed in our threesome. After we were finished, he smiled a big smile of satisfaction, and then he said: ‘Men, that’s the first time in my life I ever prayed out loud.’ O, yes, he was a member of the church. He learned to pray listening.”
Here’s a strange and mostly-forgotten bit of history.
Do I own this phone or does this phone own me? Who is setting the terms of the relationship? Which of us is making the demands and which of us is ceding to them?
Prayer reminds us who we are, and who our Father is. Prayer expresses our dependence and it reinforces our dependence.—Alistair Begg