We all want our lives to mean something—to make a name for ourselves that people will actually remember. The builders at Babel in Genesis 11 wanted exactly that, and the choice they made raises an uncomfortable question for anyone who217;s ever chased significance: is the tower you217;re building any different from theirs?
A child at a pond knows the drill: rod, reel, line in the water. Then something tugs. Knowing how to cast is not the same as being ready for the catch. In Matthew 10, Jesus takes his 220;Fishers of Men221; and gives them further preparation for an even more important catch.
Join Pastor Tim this week as he shares from John 20:22-23 on how Jesus equips us even in our weakness and brokenness.
Can we choose our own adventure wisdom? The Bible says 220;no221; for a very important reason.
We think we217;re so strong until we217;re not—and Genesis 26 puts that uncomfortable truth right in front of us, as Isaac moves almost without pause from a mountaintop moment of God217;s renewed covenant promise straight into lying about his own wife out of fear.
God217;s discipline isn217;t a topic we like talking about or facing in any way. It feels intimidating and leaves us wondering if God is angry at us. But Proverbs gives us a different story.
When we try to live by 220;Don217;t Be Evil,221; we find that we end up being evil in the end. There217;s a better way.
Pastor Tim begins our journey through the Bible this year by turning to Genesis ch. 3.
Waiting is hard—praying for years with silence the only reply, watching others move while you stand still, wondering if God has forgotten or if you took a wrong turn. That was Isaac in Genesis 25: married at forty, still childless nearly twenty years later, the promise hanging unfinished. What do we do in the long stretch when nothing seems to move?
Family conflict. Our attempts to force a good outcome. So often our all too human messes and efforts leave life looking like a train wreck that gives sin the final word. Yet Genesis 35 closes Isaac’s story by calling him “old and full of days” and placing his divided sons together at his burial. Maybe even our broken lives still have hope of being full?