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My Way?
April 30, 2012

Think about the worst intellectual matchups possible. For instance, what if we put Albert Einstein in a room with a first-grader to debate the theory of relativity? Or how about George Washington Carver versus a middle-schooler discussing biochemical engineering?

It’s silly to think of putting these pairs together for discussions. One is the ultimate expert; the other would know little if anything about the topic.

Here’s another one: God versus anyone arguing about His plan for mankind. Now we’re talking mismatch! Yet we often hear of people trying to explain away God’s matchless wisdom and how their way is better than His.

I received a letter from a man in prison who said: “I came to the point in my life where I finally accepted the fact that God is real and the Creator of everything. I grew tired of trying to do things my way. When I started humbling myself and accepting God’s Word, I found the answer.”

How ridiculous to reject God’s plan of salvation because we think we know better! Only by placing our trust in Christ for the forgiveness of our sins can we be reconciled to God (John 14:6; Rom 3:23; 6:23). Are you still trying to do things your own way, thinking you know best? (Prov. 16:25). Agree with God and go His way.

There aren’t many ways into heaven;
The Bible says there’s only one:
Confessing Christ Jesus as Savior,
Believing in God’s only Son. —Sper

Jesus is not one of many ways to approach God, nor is He the best of several ways; He is the only way. —Tozer

Read: Proverbs 16:20-25

There is a way that seems right to a man, but its end is the way of death. —Proverbs 16:25

Bible in a Year:
2 Chronicles 23-25

April 30, 2012

Graphic by MamaBear

Back in The Day

Back in the day …
We’d pile the boys in back,
And drive down the road to the crossing,
Where Farmer George’s field was laying fallow,

For about the fourteenth year,
And the ruts between the bases,
Looked like plow marks,
Made by boots and by bare feet,

Of well-tanned lads in overalls,
And little else but grins and freckles.

Back in the day …
We’d stop beside the creek after the ball game,
And swing out for a drop into the coolness,
Of a shaded depth of water, too lazy in the summer,

To go out into the sunny parts downstream,
Where work was to be done,
In turning wheels to grind our well-earned grain,
For making bread to sop up the real food,

Of meat that went unwillingly to Heaven,
Protesting in its innocence and fear.

Back in the day …
That lasted near a week of sunny hours,
From the morning light that wound the rooster,
To the last gray dusk that showed the bats the way,

To dust away the wisps of cloudy cobwebs,
That kept the stars from shining bright,
In nights that settled into peaceful silence,
With only pops and fizzles from the fire,

Left banked to sleep until the morning,
When biscuits needed waking for the day,

Back in the day ...

NicknamedBob . . . . . . June 1, 2008
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