…on a summer morning. One of life's great pleasures. Jude's flowers abound. The birds converse.
Reading the Parable of the Sower in Luke 8. Not many grow up to bear fruit. Alas.
Thinking about Colossians 3 and letting the Word of Christ dwell in me richly. How does one do that? What does it look like? One has to read it, for one thing. Frequently. Not difficult for me. I love it. Endlessly fascinating. Full of intriguing mysteries and possibilities. For example, a few years ago after reading the Parable of the Sower, I did the math and figured out how many people StB would have if yielded even at the lowest level of fruitfulness Matthew and Mark record; thirtyfold. Almost 5,ooo people. We'd have to do 17 worship services to fit them all in.
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