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Dumbfounded.....

I stumbled on something today. I wish I had kept the breadcrumb trail to know how I ended up here. Perhaps it is a good thing that I can't remember. I really can't say. I don't remember setting out to be dumbfounded by the actions of a man professing to be a pastor, but it happened. It happened big time. You need to click this link and see for yourself.

How long with the Lord suffer gimmicks replacing the gospel? When did a call from God come with a PayPal guarantee? Where were the men of God in this man's life to teach him better? There had to be a time, a window of opportunity, that a believer somewhere could have confronted this man in his folly and somehow they missed it.

Join me in praying for this family, please?


Proverbs 26:12 Do you see a man wise in his own eyes? There is more hope for a fool than for him.
(NAS)

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Anonymous said…
I actually have a question for ya...

Do you have any recommendations for good studies on the book of Proverbs? I notice that you quote Proverbs and Psalms a lot and I've been wanting to study those books (especially Proverbs) for quite sometime.

If you do, could you e-mail them to me at redsramblns(at)sbcglobal(dot)net please? Thanks!

~Het
rosemarie said…
Het,

You're right, I do quote the Proverbs and Psalms a lot. I love them. They are my refuge. I have two books to recommend to you. The first is Proverbs from The Crossway Classic Commentaries, Alister McGrath and J.I. Packer served as series editors. It is available online here: http://faculty.gordon.edu/hu/bi/Ted_Hildebrandt/OTeSources/20-Proverbs/Text/Books/Bridges-ProverbsCommentary/Bridges-Proverbs.htm

The other is a book titled "The Word of God in the Child of God" and was a gift from the author, George J Zemek to my biblical counseling class. It is a great book that focuses on Psalm 119. You can find it at this link: http://wipfandstock.com/store/The_Word_of_God_in_the_Child_of_God_Exegetical_Theological_and_Homiletical_Reflections_from_the_119th_Psalm
Anonymous said…
Thank you so much for your recommendations! Gonna go check them out now!

~Het

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