when I was a pre-teen
just back from Minnesota
from Lake Minnetonka
I sat at my
great-grandfather’s desk
in the dormer, in my room
with a spiral notebook open
I sat there reading the NRSV
wanting to hear your voice
not liking the Good News
trying to translate the
bible
into a more modern verse
the notebook long lost
a task not really begun,
much less completed
that was the last time
I sought out your voice,
truly
I left your word behind me
as the way got hard
I didn’t seek your guidance
I became caught by the world
not until thirty years later
did I open your word
suddenly, reading,
discussing,
a newly-minted attorney
for the first time in my
life,
ever, really, more
than thirty years later
more than You would have
wanted
while I had been out in the
world
entering the Word
picking up the bible
the words of life
changing my path
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edited/new September 1, 2014
never in your word
September 1, 2014
entering the word
starting Disciple 1 bible study
September 2, 2004
the first time I had read the bible
as an adult, or really at all…
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