Because I speak often in this spot of the dangers of the inerrantist approach to scriptures, I am sometimes misunderstood.

I believe in a personal God. I believe Jesus was raised from the dead. I believe he appeared to the disciples and continues to appear to people today.

I not only believe these things, I believe they are provable to most thinking people who are open to the evidence.

(How many of you have I lost so far? If you are still with me, I may lose you on this one.) I believe in a communicating God.

I believe in a God who is accessible–a God we can know through experience.

For years I have worked on a book examining over 100 direct encounters with Divine Reality—or, in other words—with God.

Six of those accounts in the book are from me.

But I haven’t always known what to do with them.

In Discovering God, (still to be published), my accounts are in the contest of similar stories.

Outside the book, even in sermons, my encounters with the Divine can seem—shocking.

And unbelievable.

So, am I meant to share these events? Or were they just for me—to inform my ministry?

I am coming to believe (at my tender age) I should share these stories more freely. 

I will share an account in my sermon this Sunday.

I once asked God about human suffering.

And God answered.

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Saturday (tomorrow)
At 6:00 p.m. 
Choirmaster Blake Glass, and Soloist Shannon Davison, present:
A Night on Broadway 
Supper after—all free
(Offering taken.)
Come—for the joy of it.