Like a master fly fisherman, God cast his fly to this cruising trout.
I’ll be browsing through a secondhand bookshop when out of a thousand volumes one will say, “Pick me up”-just like Augustine in his Confessions. But he’s got an especially humorous thing going with me and books. God’s word to me comes in many ways-through sunsets and friends and films and music and wilderness and books.
To Craig he speaks through rock and roll (he called me the other day after listening to “Running Through the Jungle” to say he was fired up to go study the Bible).
God is intimately personal with us and he speaks in ways that are peculiar to our own quirky hearts-not just through the Bible, but through the whole of creation.
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