Invariably, the subject of headship and patriarchy elicits an emotional response, particularly from women, that borders on volcanic. The feelings that explode to the surface quickly override the facts of what Scripture teaches.
As a general rule, I have long taught my family that facts always trump emotions. Or, another way I have often said it, feelings will always fail you. The reason is because feelings are subject to change. Facts are not.
Pretty much any subject can be taken and evaluated both emotionally and factually. As an example, murder can be justified by feelings. Maybe the perpetrator was just totally fed up with someone and hated their guts to the point that they commit murder. They may justify it with their feelings, but in a court of law, the facts will show that they broke the law. Facts will trump feelings! Continue reading “Facts v Feelings”
“Torah IS life!!”
You won’t hear that from most pulpits, yet that is exactly the testimony of God breathed everlasting Scripture, contrary to millennia of false doctrine. Here are a few statements from Yehovah,
Deu. 30:15-16 “See, I have set before you today life and prosperity, and death and adversity; in that I command you today to love the Lord your God, to walk in His ways and to keep His commandments and His statutes and His judgments, that you may live and multiply, and that the Lord your God may bless you in the land where you are entering to possess it.
Deu 32:45-47 When Moses had finished speaking all these words to all Israel, he said to them, “Take to your heart all the words with which I am warning you today, which you shall command your sons to observe carefully, even all the words of this law (torah). For it is not an idle word for you; indeed it is your life. Continue reading “Torah IS life!”
This morning was particularly foggy! I’ve had several such mornings, but for whatever reason, today I felt much more vulnerable as I strained to see past the end of the hood. I found myself wishing for a nice bus route through town with all the attendant street lights and fairly well marked intersections.
Out in the country, there are multiple turns that are hard enough in the reduced visibility of darkness, but with the pressing fog, I felt myself desiring a really long red-tipped cane or a seeing-eye dog to hang out of my window…. to no avail.
At one place on my route, I have a very dark hard left-hand turn that drops off on a single paved track between heavy trees and a massive stone sign. What I would do for some light offering security as I drop into the grade and hold my breath waiting for the headlights to sweep and catch up, confirming the pavement that I know is there, but can’t see. (Who is the knucklehead that put the kibosh on Tucker’s invention of headlights that follow the steering wheel?? Okay, so it wasn’t entirely Tucker’s idea, but that is another story..)
And, as I make the turn with some trepidation, I think of ‘faith.’ Continue reading “Tales from the Bus: Fog and Faith”