I want to invite you to make a plan for reading the Bible, but first I want to tell you a story. After I graduated from high school, I moved from California to Iowa to attend a small Bible College. I wasn't a believer, but I chose to go anyway because Dubuque, Iowa was as far as I could go away from home and still have my mom pay for it. What a crazy year - I went from beaches to corn fields and pigs, from the 80's punk-skater subculture to the 80's Christian subculture, from never opening a Bible to being immersed in intense theological study and discussions and even the study of Koine Greek. I had no idea what I was getting into. I hated high school - and most things about my life in San Diego at that point - and I thought an escape was in order. I had no plan to actually believe this stuff. But while it wasn't part of my plan, I became a believer that year (thankfully, it was part of my Father's plan!). It was a strange thing - the more...
A man made of mud learning to live as an image bearer of God