I discovered that the Bible was not the life, but that it declared the life. I used to be in bondage to a book, but the book tells me that I am not in bondage to anything! I also discovered that Jesus is The Word of God. source
I copied this from the most recent newsletter I sent out.
How many times would you lower a bucket into a well if it consistently came up empty? I mean, empty, as in bone dry? Something tells me that you’d go off in search of water elsewhere. But then, if you came to a well where people often gathered to dip their buckets, you’d probably expect to get some water, don’t you think? But what if your bucket still came up dry no matter how many times you threw it in? If those around you told you that you were doing it the wrong way, how long would you keep trying? Would you take classes and go to seminars on how to access the water? Would you pay others to teach you the proper techniques? Would you gather with the crowds to hear the testimonies of those who claimed to have discovered the secrets of accessing the deep waters? Would you keep singing the songs about drinking from the well? At the end of the day, when the bucket was still empty, wouldn’t you want to find out if anybody else was actually getting water from that well?