I don’t know HOW to say this, but let me try nonetheless.
There is so much about the Christian walk that I don’t understand and probably will never grasp. I got started on the wrong foot in many ways. Being born white, male, in the Mid-West, and growing up in a Baptist community, I came to the table of life with a whole backpack full of prejudices. Regardless of where you grew up, and how, you have maybe even a suitcase of bias, prejudices, and though they are different than mine, they don’t serve you any better than mine did (and somewhat still do) me.
I’m not you, so let me share mine and see if we get a DNA match.
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Hunger
I am personally sunk, done in, and betrayed!
Have you ever gone to a movie and tried to figure out who the bad guy was, what was really going on? And then just before the end, all the pieces started falling together, and out of the blue comes this- BINGO! VOILA! Well, how ’bout that! That’s where I am in this season. It wasn’t all that sudden for me, it was more like a gnawing and growing sick feeling in my gut that I’d discovered this problem: I knew who was the problem, the bad guy.
Me! Me and my big mouth. Me and my hunger for the truth of God.
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