I have stumbled across a new favorite Bible translation. It is the New English Translation with Notes. I downloaded it into my " Olive Tree " app on both my Iphone and my Ipad. The New International Version Study Bible is also loaded in Olive Tree and for a while I used the NET with the NIV notes. This is also a great combination. But, I did not fully appreciate the value of the notes that come with the NET. The notes explain the translators' word choices. They even tell you the Greek and Hebrew words found in some of the different manuscripts, and how they have been translated in other verses. The reason I gave the notes closer examination is the words used in the first verse of my favorite Psalm. I love the 40th Psalm. In the NIV it begins, "I waited patiently for the Lord, he turned to me and heard my cry..." The NET reads: " I relied completely on the Lord , and he turned toward me and heard my cry for...
Charles Kingsley wrote: "One good man, one man who does not put on his religion once a week with his Sunday coat, but wears it for his working dress, and lets the thought of God grow into him, and through him, till everything he says and does becomes religious, that man is worth a thousand sermons -- he is a living Gospel -- he comes in the spirit and power of Elias -- he is the image of God. And men see his good works, and admire them in spite of themselves, and see that they are God-like, and that God's grace is no dream, but that the Holy Spirit is still among men, and that all nobleness and manliness is His gift, His stamp, His picture: and so they get a glimpse of God again in His saints and heroes, and glorify their Father who is in heaven." He must have known Dave Simpson. I have known no better man.
When my dad died in 1989 there was one photograph in his wallet. It was a picture of him in the uniform of a Army private in 1944 along with my mother and my older sister. The love a good father has for his firstborn child is not diminished by time, distance, or even rebellion. My sister made many bad choices from my parent's perspective. But my dad never, ever quit loving her. She made one final bad choice after marrying for the upteenth time and appearing to have her life together. She took her own life at the age of 36. But my dad never, ever quit loving her. When I was little I thought my dad was perfect. I remember when I was about 5 or 6 asking my mother, "Is Daddy God?" She was a little flummoxed by the audacity of such a question, even from a small fry, and pointed out a flaw or two as evidence that he was not Divine. But you know, no matter what choices we make, our Heavenly Father never stops loving us. Just like my dad. Be good to yourselve...
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