What is "When Being Good isn't Good Enough" about? That title sounds intiguing.
I was just telling echoes_of_eden that I had to cull our books during one of our many moves not too long ago. I want to cry when I think of all the "friends" I had to say goodbye to: all my Brontes', Ibsen's, and Lori Wick's. *sigh* I used to re-read my favorites on a regular basis. Now I'm slowly rebuilding with Lauren's readings through school.
"When Being Good..." It is an honest look and our sin, the gospel and the radical freedom Christ brings. He is one of the most criticized preachers out there because his honesty is a bit unnerving. He has a gift for exposing self righteousness with such a joyful and sometimes sarcastic manner. Powerful stuff. He says God's mission for him is to tell Christians that God is not angry with them. Check out the Keylife web sight at keylife.gospelcom.net I am sad for your lost books. How is that grieving process going? The pain must be great for you have mentioned this trauma several times.:)
I am sad for your lost books. How is that grieving process going? The pain must be great for you have mentioned this trauma several times.:)
Reading that I just realized how silly I am being. They're just BOOKS, not people. They can be replaced eventually. But they were my old friends. I guess what has always bugged me about it is that my husband knew how much my books meant to me. Back before his illness got so bad we were sitting at a restaurant eating dessert after we had watched the film adaptation of Emma. I must have been a sight going on and on about the differences between the book and the movie and how I felt I was betraying dear Miss Austen for liking the film despite its unfaithfulness to the novel. That is when he looked at me and said, I finally get it. Your books are like old friends. You re-read them so you can catch up on their lives. And he was right. I felt like he understood me. It was really a beautiful moment. But in his mania all of that was forgotten. It really was a sort of death for me. Not just for my dear
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Oh my goodness! I am so sorry. I didn't understand what a tender area this was for you. I would not have tread about so carelessly with my words. I see what the loss of your books represents and how important it really is to you. Ouch. You really are grieving.
Right now probably isn't the best for me but eventually. I think I'm dealing with enough conviction in my life as it is. =/
I understand what you are feeling here. Just so you know, I listen to Steve Brown and read his stuff when I feel heavy like you do now. He preaches the gospel in such a way that is truly encouraging and not at all "guilt trippy". God has often used him to bathe me in Christ's grace and freedom. His honesty serves to point me to Christ. It is only disruptive and offensive to those who are doing fine at being righteous. It is a soothing balm to needy people like us. :o)
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No offense, but this picture of yours kinda freaks me out friend!
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I was just telling echoes_of_eden that I had to cull our books during one of our many moves not too long ago. I want to cry when I think of all the "friends" I had to say goodbye to: all my Brontes', Ibsen's, and Lori Wick's. *sigh* I used to re-read my favorites on a regular basis. Now I'm slowly rebuilding with Lauren's readings through school.
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I am sad for your lost books. How is that grieving process going? The pain must be great for you have mentioned this trauma several times.:)
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Reading that I just realized how silly I am being. They're just BOOKS, not people. They can be replaced eventually. But they were my old friends. I guess what has always bugged me about it is that my husband knew how much my books meant to me. Back before his illness got so bad we were sitting at a restaurant eating dessert after we had watched the film adaptation of Emma. I must have been a sight going on and on about the differences between the book and the movie and how I felt I was betraying dear Miss Austen for liking the film despite its unfaithfulness to the novel. That is when he looked at me and said, I finally get it. Your books are like old friends. You re-read them so you can catch up on their lives. And he was right. I felt like he understood me. It was really a beautiful moment. But in his mania all of that was forgotten. It really was a sort of death for me. Not just for my dear ( ... )
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Right now probably isn't the best for me but eventually. I think I'm dealing with enough conviction in my life as it is. =/
I understand what you are feeling here. Just so you know, I listen to Steve Brown and read his stuff when I feel heavy like you do now. He preaches the gospel in such a way that is truly encouraging and not at all "guilt trippy". God has often used him to bathe me in Christ's grace and freedom. His honesty serves to point me to Christ. It is only disruptive and offensive to those who are doing fine at being righteous. It is a soothing balm to needy people like us. :o)
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