I was right! Start talking about scripture, and I get lots more views! (It doesn’t tell me who viewed me, just how many.)
What I’ve been doing lately, is trying to come up with an “application sentence” (as Rick Warren suggests) for the day’s reading. Well, I dunno… there was enough “application” yesterday to last for awhile, I think! Of course, it would also be a good thing to reuse some of those application sentences. Also, sometimes what you need to apply, is to simply praise God! For example, this verse from today:
“God’s love is meteoric, his loyalty astronomic, His purpose titanic, his verdicts oceanic. Yet in his largeness nothing gets lost; Not a man, not a mouse, slips through the cracks. How exquisite your love, O God! How eager we are to run under your wings, To eat our fill at the banquet you spread as you fill our tankards with Eden spring water. You’re a fountain of cascading light, and you open our eyes to light.” (Psalm 36:5-9)
Eugene Peterson has made that so poetic–and that is exactly how David meant the Psalms to be!
Speaking of poetry… just have to share one more here, of mine, since the anniversary of it is approaching. Again, it’s not great poetry, but it’s full of memory! (Some of these I didn’t title…. hmmmm… maybe this should be “Christine’s Announcement”?)Some of us are old enough to remember Her grand entrance into our family. Such a wee thing –name of Baby. Mommy had brought her home from the store– so proclaimed brother “Yanny”, running about, all excited. Even when I got to be too “old” to play dolls with her, We’d still go for walks together, holding hands. She’s just always been my little sister –just a kid! Her little-kid voice has always said “Hi, this is Chrisitine,” As if I didn’t know. until tonight. Tonight, I heard a young woman’s voice saying: “I’m getting married.”
I wanted to put brother “Sonnie” in there too (Albert’s nickname), but it just seems irreligious somehow, to change how it was originally written; and maybe he would respond “I didn’t say that, it was only Randy!” ;) Randy is 19 months younger, so he could be forgiven for thinking babies came from the store. ;) Oh, and it was that “little baby” who, when she was old enough to talk, started calling him “Yanny”.