Inerrant

When some people say that the Bible is the inerrant Word of God what they actually mean is, “my interpretation is inerrant”. That is just not possible. We cannot know everything nor be right about everything.

For centuries, people interpreted the Bible to say that slavery was acceptable. That interpretation was and is errant. (Where else have we erred from Abba/Imma’s heart?)

The Bible tells us about the Word of God, but it is not THE Word of God. Christ is the Word of God. And Who has made His home in the hearts of man as a result of the death, burial, and resurrection of Jesus Christ? Christ. When we connect with and listen to Him we become little Christs, living epistles.

The Word of God, that is, Christ, is inerrant. We can learn to tune in and listen to His voice and say only what our Abba/Imma says. We just have to lay down our own interpretations and “Hear Him”.

I encourage you to read through these passages. These are the Scriptures that came to mind as I was writing this post: John 1:1-14, 1 Corinthians 3:1-3, Jer. 31:31-34, John 8:32, John 12:23, John 15;26-27, John 16:13, Acts 2:17, Joel 2:28, Matthew 17:5

Come to the Table

Come to the table.
It is here for you.
Everything selected
with you in mind.
There is nothing
You must do or say
to begin.
Come.
Pull up a chair,
and sit with me.
I’ll regale you with some stories,
and then
when you are sated,
you can tell me
where you’ve been,
how it is with you now,
and what you dream.
I want to hear it all.
Come to the table.
I am here for you
whenever you need me.

©Sarah S. Walters

Identity Crisis

Identity crises are caused when we are told that we must act a certain way or believe certain things. Conform or be cast out of the community. What happens when the cognitive dissonance is just too great to pretend anymore? We either get asked to leave, or we walk away.

This is the beginning of a death. A death of what we tried to embrace. A death of the relationships. A death of the dreams we had while still in that community. But this death is needed if we are to remember who we really are.

After death comes (re)birth. A (re)birth of wonder, curiosity, and fearlessness. The worst of it has passed, and joy and peace are to be found in the unknown, the places yet to be explored.

We were always meant to die before we could truly live. This is the mystery of the ages. That through one man death entered the world and through one man life was offered freely to all. For how could we know what is Life without first walking through the valley of death?