Dusting Off My Bible

For Wilshire Baptist Church

My mother texted me on Monday with a curious question: “While many use an app on their cell phone to read or follow along in SS or even worship, most also have a ‘real’ Bible. What translation is your real Bible, is it a study Bible, is it tabbed, is it leather, and what color is it?”

That left we wondering: Was she shopping for a Bible? Gathering data for a survey at her church about people and their Bibles? I was able to answer her question quickly, and I learned later she was buying a Bible for her oldest grandson – my oldest nephew – for his birthday. That got me thinking about the Bible in general and my Bible specifically. 

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Making Sense of Our Senses

For Wilshire Baptist Church

My standard, born-with senses — “factory-installed” if you wish — have changed quite a bit in recent years. It happens with age and with accidents and the rough-and-tumble nature of human life. And the longer you live, the more rough-and-tumble events you endure, so it makes sense (pun intended) that our senses get beat up. Still, I find myself wishing for some of the sensory magic I used to enjoy but took for granted.

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Lord, Lead the Way

For Wilshire Baptist Church

Last October, LeAnn and I went to a wedding in the Hill Country and got lost. But there’s different levels of lost – some that simply frustrate, and some that leave you speechless.

The wedding was at Camp Waldemar, one of the historic camps we’ve been hearing about on the news since the devastating floods of July 4th. Driving to a pre-wedding reception the night before, we approached the little town of Hunt but made a wrong turn. Cell power was weak but our blue dot led us southwest through the darkness down a winding highway that passed guest lodges and camps including Camp Mystic. We crossed the Guadalupe River a half dozen times with some of the crossings marked by flood gauges, warning lights and signs that read, “Road May Flood.” It was a clear night so no worries about that.

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