The Bible and our cell phones

Ever  wonder what  would  happen if we treated our Bible like we treat our cell phone, or at least used it as much?

  • What  if we carried it around in our purses or  pockets?
  • What  if we flipped through it several time a  day?
  • What  if we turned back to go get it if we forgot  it?
  • What  if we used it to receive messages from the  text?
  • What  if we treated it like we couldn’t live without  it?
  • What  if we gave it to Kids as  gifts?
  • What  if we used it when we  traveled?
  • What  if we used it in case of  emergency?

Oh,  and  one more thing. Unlike our cell phone, we don’t have to worry about our Bible being  disconnected because Jesus already paid the  bill.

The Duty of A Christian

At the very heart of the Christian gospel is a cross–the symbol of suffering and sacrifice, of hurt and pain and humiliation and rejection. I want no part of the Christian message which does not call me to involvement, requires of me no sacrifice, takes from me no comfort, requires of me less than the best
I have to give. The duty of a Christian is to be faithful, not popular or successful.

–Donald Wildmon

Acknowledging the Creator

My wife and I recently went on vacation, and as is our habit we brought along a camera and several rolls of film. Upon our return my wife began proudly showing off our latest set of vacation photos, and then each day she’d relate her coworkers’ reactions to me. After a few days of this I noticed a recurring theme in her friends’ reactions. Invariably, people would say, “Wow, your husband must have a really nice camera!”

Even though people liked my photos, I was disappointed. I wanted them to acknowledge what a good photographer I am, not what a good camera I have.

After a week of this I ranted to my wife: “Why do people do this? Nobody looks at a painting and says, ‘Nice brushes!’ Nobody looks at a skyscraper and says, ‘Nice drafting table!’ Nobody looks at a sculpture and says, ‘Nice chisel!’ What’s wrong with these people?”

It felt good to get that off my chest. Until my wife reminded me, “So, how often do you look at creation and say, ‘Nice work, God’?”