He had withered.

I thought of that this morning in the context of one of today’s Sunday School lesson in Ecclesiastes 1: Life Under the Son.

Here is the Psalm 1 answer to his Ecclesiastes 1 problem:

And he shall be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, that bringeth forth his fruit in his season; his leaf also shall not wither; and whatsoever he doeth shall prosper. The ungodly are not so: but are like the chaff which the wind driveth away.

I also thought of the first three verses of Isaiah 55: Continue reading

What is your debt, Mark?!

I was reading the Christian Light Sunday School lesson Scripture selection in Spanish and eventually got to Romans 13:8.

This part of the verse impressed me again:

No debáis a nadie nada, sino el amaros unos a otros.

Owe no one anything, except to love each other. (ESV)

That eventually led me to two alternate (opposed, really) approaches…

“You owe me an apology.”
“I owe you love.”

When I’m inclined to be aware of the apology another owes me (and you might be one of my debtors), better I be aware of the love I owe another (and I might be your debtor!).

That’s good for me to remember after…

  • last night.
  • that deleted hot-off-griddle Facebook comment (that I got anyway because Facebook emailed it to me as soon as it was posted).
  • the stunningly disrespectful text fired at me from far away several years ago.

Instead of being focused on an apology owed me, let me be consumed by the love I owe another.

Do you know what I mean?

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