A Life for a Life
I love Psalm 18 – until I get about a third of the way through, anyway. David is desperate in this poem. He describes feeling as though he’s entangled, coiled in seaweed, sinking to the deepest part of the ocean. …
I love Psalm 18 – until I get about a third of the way through, anyway. David is desperate in this poem. He describes feeling as though he’s entangled, coiled in seaweed, sinking to the deepest part of the ocean. …
I keep looking at those twelve loaves sitting on the Table of Showbread in Exodus 37:10-16. (Some of you may know I’ve been studying the Tabernacle lately.) I know the bread represents the nation of Israel – all its twelve …
It wasn’t easy to be a prophet. It was a thankless job that often got tomatoes (or worse) thrown at you. People didn’t want to hear about repentance, they wanted to believe that everything was hunky-dory, even when they knew …