For this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison, (2 Corinthians 4:17 ESV)
For the kingdom of heaven is like a master of a house who went out early in the morning to hire laborers for his vineyard. After agreeing with the laborers for a denarius a day, he sent them into his vineyard. And going out about the third hour he saw others standing idle in the marketplace, and to them he said, ‘You go into the vineyard too, and whatever is right I will give you.’ So they went. Going out again about the sixth hour and the ninth hour, he did the same. And about the eleventh hour he went out and found others standing. And he said to them, ‘Why do you stand here idle all day?’ They said to him, ‘Because no one has hired us.’ He said to them, ‘You go into the vineyard too.’ And when evening came, the owner of the vineyard said to his foreman, ‘Call the laborers and pay them their wages, beginning with the last, up to the first.’ And when those hired about the eleventh hour came, each of them received a denarius. Now when those hired first came, they thought they would receive more, but each of them also received a denarius. And on receiving it they grumbled at the master of the house, saying, ‘These last worked only one hour, and you have made them equal to us who have borne the burden of the day and the scorching heat.’ But he replied to one of them,‘Friend, I am doing you no wrong. Did you not agree with me for a denarius? Take what belongs to you and go. I choose to give to this last worker as I give to you. Am I not allowed to do what I choose with what belongs to me? Or do you begrudge my generosity?’ So the last will be first, and the first last.”
[I am at SXSW this week, delighting in some of my favorite things: artists, stories and friends. But every year this week brings with it ever increasing anxiety. The more I enjoy something, the more panicked I become that something might sabotage my experience. I wrote this to a friend in an email yesterday, and thought I’d share.]
It feels like fear. It feels like panic, crouching and creeping in the corners of my heart. But how can that be? What threat do I face? What is so precious to me that I will kill and strategize to keep it safe?
My most recent blog post touched on how essential I believe it is for women to gather around the Bible – not just Bible Studies. I figured I’d expand/explain a little.
Look, I love Bible Studies. I just finished writing one. But Bible Studies, like physical therapy or training wheels, are tools in my mind; means to another end. They can help you work through specific struggles. They can support you as you learn how to dig deeply in the Word, strengthening the muscles that know how to engage with God. But a good Bible Study will always push you to leave Bible Studies behind, challenging you to become strong enough to spend your mornings pouring over God’s Word, learning from Him with no mediator but the Holy Spirit.
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