by James Webb
If you’ve been following this blog from the very beginning (nearly five years now!) then you might have read one of my first posts about the potential virtues of cynicism. I’m a lot less cynical than I used to be in my twenties, but every now and then I do like to indulge myself.
I once went to a church for the first time. It was a big church, well-attended, with a minister who was a fantastic, internationally-renowned preacher and author. This church had what I call ‘welcome cards’; a printed leaflet that was given to visitors for them to write down their name and address and so on. It’s a common practice in churches that I’ve attended. I filled in a welcome card.
High in the mountains was a gem mine, owned collectively by several villages in the region. The mine was worked by a single man who, twice a year, would travel from village to village, distributing the precious stones that he had worked from the earth.
Here’s a quote that I came across last year, and I’ve really appreciated it. It’s from a guy called Andy Peck.
“As my old pastor used to say, it’s not how often we go through the Bible that counts, but whether the Bible goes through us.”
