Hey Philemon,
What is wrong with you? You’re awesome. I’m inspired by you. Tell your wife and church I say hello.
I demand that you Would you do me the favor of reuniting with Onesimus? He’s better now, I promise. I know he probably stole some stuff from you, but he misses you and wants to be friends. Please charge his debt to my tab. I know you’ll do the right thing!
I’m getting out of jail soon and crashing at your place. Please prepare my room.
In Christ,
Paul (Mark, Luke and others say hi too!)
Dear Timothy,
Here are four things people love:
Isn’t that silly/absolutely insane? Anyway, don’t be afraid to speak the truth.
I’m proud of you.
- Paul
P.S. Bring me my coat and my books. I’m dying here (literally)!
Dear Galatians, Jesus + anything = nothing. Jesus + nothing = everything. I love you morons. -Paul
Jonah is a lesson in educating a person to be a missionary: it reveals the need for radical conversion of one’s natural tendencies and a complete restructuring of his life to make it serviceable for mission. - Johannes Verkuyl
Oh my dang! I typically refer to Jonah as the Old Testament brat, and I believe the American Church may be the modern swallowed Jonah. Praying God allows us to be thrown up soon. And that we’re a little less bratty.
No, not like some have predicted the end of time to come this Saturday. But, on August 19, my days of working on my Master of Arts in Theological Studies will end. It’s been an insane ride. The past year and a half has been challenging, but rewarding. In fact, I would say it’s been life changing. Maybe a little mind-numbing too. During this time I’ve become a father, started new ministries, and argued internally over more theological issues than I can keep track of. I’ve learned so much about myself and really solidified some theological issues that were lingering in a cloud of uncertainty in my mind. However, if I had to give a brief summary of my experience with seminary, it’s this:
I don’t understanding God any more now than before I started seminary. I just think I do.