One would think that the older I get, the more sermons and Bible studies I have under my belt, that the more routine, the more "been-there-done-that" response I might have to reading some of the same old texts year in and year out.
But I have found that the opposite has happened as I have gotten older. There are certain Bible texts that I can hardly read without weeping. This passage from Isaiah 11 is one of them. One would think that every Advent I would read it and realize that we're still far away from the kind of vision Isaiah is pointing to, so they're just words. But my lachrymose response is getting worse, it seems, and not better. And I think I know why.
Read full transcript...In her collection of short stories entitled "Winter Tales", Isak Dinesen tells a haunting story of a young man who became a rich and famous author early in life. Like most people to whom wealth and fame happen unexpectedly, he developed significant problems. His newly acquired wealth and fame caused problems in every area of his life.
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