Writings
While we still, as of this moment, have two open positions on our program staff, absolutely no one has come to Gary Morris or myself suggesting that we interview Jeremiah. Jeremiah wouldn’t fit here. For the fact of the matter is, Jeremiah never fit anywhere. Not in his time…. which was 600 years before the birth of Jesus. Not in his place….which was the kingdom of Judah (roughly half of present-day Israel).
Those of you who date back to my early years in Birmingham will no doubt remember a Palm Sunday Steeple Notes article, wherein I told you that there is no mention of “palms” in the synoptic Gospels. “Branches” is what the record states. Not “palm branches.” Just “branches.” They could have been palms, for there are plenty of palms in Israel. They should have been palms, for no branch makes a better carpet. They must have been palms, for it is hard to imagine my Sunday School teacher as being wrong. Palms is what I remember.
Have you ever been watched while you eat? Years ago, my mother told me that people would notice the way I ate and draw conclusions about me….and about the people who raised me. To some extent, she was right.
On a day, not so long ago that I can’t remember it, I made an illegal left hand turn….blatantly…. with my wife in the car. This is the same wife upon whom God once laid the responsibility of reminding me that I have been granted no immunity from such things as winter flu, cholesterol in the arteries, the after effects of burning the candle at both ends, and ordinary traffic laws.
