WiW: Secular Callings

My Facebook friends list is littered with seminarians, my blogroll full of homemakers raising children for the glory of God. Missional believers from all over have started in-house non-profits, have worked in church-based soup kitchens, have adopted orphans from overseas and stateside.

I can be tempted to feel inadequate, so secular.

I don’t have a noble religious calling. I have an ordinary sort of calling.

I’m a dietitian.

Sure, others have secular callings. The missional manuals encourage those to start a sacred mission either within or in addition to their secular work.

The prospect exhausts me. It’s enough I can do to just be a good dietitian. I want to serve the people at my workplace, but there’s only so much I can do and still do my job.

Matt’s comments (found here) help me put things in perspective:

“One additional word on skill: If you show love by being the first to order the pizza, or drive the van, or do whatever to serve people, but aren’t good at what you do, everything will fall flat. You have to be good at what you do. Good intentions are not enough…

If we want to glorify God in our workplaces, we need to learn from the best thinkers in our fields, whether they are Christians or not. And, this creates a better testimony to the gospel.”

God does not demand that I set aside my job or set aside my field in order to be a witness for Him in the workplace. In fact, He asks just the opposite.

To glorify God in my workplace is to be the best dietitian I can be. To glorify God in my workplace is to love my coworkers by doing my job well, to love my residents by caring for their nutritional needs in the best possible way.

Yes, it is not enough that I merely be a good dietitian–I must still share the gospel, must still demonstrate love in my interactions. But being the best possible dietitian is a primary means by which I can be a testimony in my workplace.


The Week in WordsDon’t forget to take a look at Barbara H’s meme “The Week in Words”, where bloggers collect quotes they’ve read throughout the week.


WiW: What a waste

From Grace Livingston Hill’s The Gold Shoe (published in 1930):

Then, one day, there arrived a delivery car from one of the big florist’s establishments in the city…

“Mercy!” said Hesba, “what a waste!”

“A waste?” said Marget starting back sharply from her first sweet breath of them with a hurt look in her eyes.

“Yes, sending all these here, with just us two. Not even a party or a funeral! Mercy! Do you know what those yellow roses cost, those with the yard long stems? I priced them the other day, just for curiosity, and they are seventeen dollars a dozen! Just think of that! I say that’s wicked! Think of the heathen!”

“The heathen?” said Margret puzzled. “What about the heathen?”

“Why, think what that might do for them!”

“What would it do for them?” asked Marget burying her face in the mass of lilacs, and wishing she might keep it there awhile and not listen to the grilling of Hesba’s questions.

“What would it do? Why feed them, and send them to school, and put decent clothes on their back, and teach them to be respectable citizens in the world.”

“Is that all?” asked Marget with her eyes half closed, looking at the flowers dreamily.

All? What more do you want?” asked Hesba indignantly. “Isn’t that about all one needs in life?”

“I was thinking that you might be saying it would send the knowledge of the Lord Jesus to them,” said Marget, lifting a stately lily and gazing into its golden heart.

“Oh, that! Of course, that goes too. But they have to live you know. They have to have food and clothes.”

“You think that comes first?” said Marget…

It’s a story that’s been going back at least a century–well meaning religious folk interested in social justice.

Caring for the poor. Providing food and clothes and education.

Upset with the extravagance of comfortable lives.

Nothing wrong with that.

Every Christian should be interested in caring for the poor. Every Christian should consider providing food and clothing and education. Every Christian should consider whether they are using their money wisely or squandering it on comfort.

But Marget and Hesba illustrate two completely different views of wealth and ministry.

While Hesba rages at the extravagance of a gift of costly flowers, Marget fully enjoys the gift she has been given.

While Hesba concerns herself with the physical needs of people, Marget recognizes their greatest need-their need for Christ Himself.

About 15 years ago, Charles Sheldon’s then 100 year old book In His Steps reawakened the question “What would Jesus do?”

Christians and non-Christians alike asked themselves what Jesus would do and sought to follow in the steps of the man from Galilee-the man who was famous for healing, teaching, and serving.

In more recent years, the church has turned more and more towards social justice issues–and much of it appropriately. They have heard the call of Christ to lay down their lives for others. And this is good.

But self-denial is not the gospel.

Even should we follow Christ to the cross for the sake of others,
our eulogies might still proclaim “What a waste!”

Our deaths would profit the world nothing–except that by our dying we proclaim Christ crucified and resurrected.

My crucifixion cannot save the world. My death to self cannot save the world. My giving up flowers and food so that others can have food and education cannot save the world.

I cannot merely follow in His steps in that I give of myself as He gave of Himself.
To do so would only be a waste.

In order for my following to not be wasted, I must give Him just as He gave Himself.


The Week in WordsDon’t forget to take a look at Barbara H’s meme “The Week in Words”, where bloggers collect quotes they’ve read throughout the week.


WiW: Real (Musings from the Velveteen Rabbit)

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“What is real?” asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?”

Real. Meaningful. Authentic. Significant.

Things I want to be.

Things I want my life to be.

But what is real?

Is it having all the bells and whistles? Is it being the very latest and greatest?

“Real isn’t how you are made,” said the Skin Horse. “It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.”

No, real is not about the gee-gaws and do-dads. It’s not about externals.

The best job, the biggest house, the nicest car.

Those things aren’t what makes life meaningful, real, significant.

What makes me real is the One who loves me.

“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,” he asked, “or bit by bit?”

“It doesn’t happen all at once,” said the Skin Horse. “You become. It takes a long time…. Generally by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby.”

Real doesn’t happen in a day.

Authenticity. Meaningfulness.

A flash in the pan, here and then gone might be exciting, but it’s not real.

Real takes time. It takes work.

It’s faithful presence. It’s being used. It’s giving pieces of yourself away. It’s being with people in the tough times and in the joyous times and in every time in between.

“The Rabbit sighed. He thought it would be a long time before this magic called Real happened to him. He longed to become Real, to know what it felt like; and yet the idea of growing shabby and losing his eyes and whiskers was rather sad. He wished that he could become it without these uncomfortable things happening to him.”

What I would like to have the end result without the middle.

To be effective without having to get up every morning and go to work. To make a difference without having to get involved in people’s messes. To be authentic without having to expose my own messes. To be holy without having to fight against my flesh.

Oh that Real could be achieved in one glorious battle instead of through this tedious, painful process called sanctification.

The process of becoming real is boring.

Yet boring is the life to which God has called most of us.

“Scripture also calls us to embrace the mundane and ordinary as holy and beautiful: ‘… aspire to live quietly, and to mind your own affairs, and to work with your hands’ (1 Thessalonians 4:11).”
~Andrew Byers, in We Need Boring Christians

And in the boring, we become REAL.

Meaningful.

Authentic.

Significant.

*****All quotes except the last taken from Margery Williams Bianco’s The Velveteen Rabbit*****


Don’t forget to take a look at Barbara H’s meme “The Week in Words”, where bloggers collect quotes they’ve read throughout the week.


WiW: Athens as seen through Jerusalem

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Generally, my Week in Words posts include musings on something I’ve read in the past week. They’re often a sort of personal essay based on the theme found within the quotes.

This week, I’m bucking the trend with a little teaser:

“…The West was built on two pillars: Athens and Jerusalem. By Athens I mean classical civilization, the civilization of Greece and pre-Christian Rome. By Jerusalem I mean Judaism and Christianity. Of these two, Jerusalem is more important.

The Athens we know and love is not Athens as it really was, but rather Athens as seen through the eyes of Jerusalem.

~Dinesh D’Souza, What’s So Great About Christianity?

I’d been a week without books since my books were due on the skydiving weekend (and I didn’t have time to BOTH skydive and get library books from Lincoln.)

So I took a trip into Lincoln to take care of a number of errands. I’d already done my necessary shopping, I’d dropped off some stuff for my niece and spent some time with my sister-in-law, I’d visited with my little sister a bit. Now I had only to visit the library before I had to get back into town for Anna’s party at 7.

I’d be cutting it close, I knew, rolling into the library at 4:15 when I had to drive an hour and a half to be back to Columbus in time for the party.

I’ve never done a full-restocking library trip in less than an hour and a half before.

But I was confident that I could do it. I would do it.

I checked my phone for the time and saw that Anna had texted asking what time we intended to get back into Columbus. I told her seven.

“You do realize the party’s at 6?”

She wasn’t kidding. I checked.

I now had fifteen minutes in which to do my library visit.

I ran like a madwoman, picking up adult books while my little sis grabbed the next fifty children’s picture books and 25 CDs for me. I checked out 115 books after a fifteen minute dash through the library.

Needless to say, I didn’t really spend a lot of time learning about what I was checking out. I picked up Dinesh D’Souza’s defense of Christianity against today’s New Atheists because it was available, not because I was particularly interested in it (or even had any idea what was found within.)

Reading the back cover after I got home didn’t grab me either, but I started reading anyway.

The first few chapters, which outlined the New Atheism’s present assault on Christianity, were interesting, but not phenomenal. But this quote, found in chapter 5, has piqued my interest for more.

“The Athens we know and love is not Athens as it really was, but rather Athens as seen through the eyes of Jerusalem.”

What does the real Athens look like? I wonder.

How has Christianity shaped our view of Athens? I want to know.

Tell me more, I beg the author. And I read on.

I’ll have to let you know what I find out–but I wonder, has this piqued your interest too?

Don’t forget to take a look at Barbara H’s meme “The Week in Words”, where bloggers collect quotes they’ve read throughout the week.


WiW: A Mother’s Ambitions

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In my time of privation from library books–a full week (how could I bear it?)–I took to my own bookshelves to find a title I had not read for some time.

I arrived at Louisa May Alcott’s Little Women, which I have not read for at least ten years.

I found myself impressed as never before by Marmee’s wise counsels and dear dreams for her daughters.

In one conversation, Meg asks her mother if she has “plans” for her daughters, as one worldly woman had gossiped at a party Meg had attended. (The worldly Mrs. Moffat assuming that Mrs. March intended her daughters to marry money–and was thus ingratiating her family to the rich next door neighbor Mr. Laurence.)

“Mother, do you have ‘plans’, as Mrs. Moffat said?” asked Meg bashfully.

“Yes, my dear, I have a great many; all mothers do, but mine differ somewhat from Mrs. Moffat’s, I suspect. I will tell you some of them, for the time has come when a word may set this romantic little head and heart of your right, on a very serious subject…so listen to my ‘plans’, and help me carry them out, if they are good.”

Jo went and sat on one arm of the chair, looking as if she thought they were about to join in some very solemn affair. Holding a hand of each, and watching the two young faces wistfully, Mrs. March said, in her serious yet cheery way:

“I want my daughters to be beautiful, accomplished, and good; to be admired, loved, and respected; to have a happy youth, to be well and wisely married, and to lead useful, pleasant lives, with as little care and sorrow to try them as God sees fit to send. To be loved and chosen by a good man is the best and sweetest thing which can happen to a woman; and I sincerely hope my girls may know this beautiful experience. It is natural to think of it, Meg; right to hope and wait for it, and wise to prepare for it; so that, when the happy time comes, you may feel ready for the duties and worthy of the joy. My dear girls, I am ambitious for you, but not to have you make a dash in the world–marry rich men merely because they are rich, or have splendid houses,which are not homes because love is wanting. Money is a needful and precious thing–and, when well used, a noble thing–but I never want you to think it is the first or only prize to strive for. I’d rather see you poor men’s wives, if you were happy, beloved, contented, than queens on thrones, without self-respect and peace.”

“Poor girls don’t stand any chance, Belle says, unless they put themselves forward,” sighed Meg.

“Then we’ll be old maids,” said Jo stoutly.

“Right, Jo; better be happy old maids than unhappy wives, or unmaidenly girls, running about to find husbands,” said Mrs. March decidedly. “Don’t be troubled, Meg; poverty seldom daunts a sincere lover. Some of the best and most honored women I know were poor girls, but so loveworthy that they were not allowed to be old maids. Leave these things to time; make this home happy, so that you may be fit for homes of your own, if they are offered to you, and contented here if they are not…

~Louisa May Alcott, from Little Women

Later, when Meg is being pursued by poor young man, Jo (desperate to keep her sister from leaving to marry) asks her mother if she wouldn’t rather Meg marry a rich man. Marmee replies:

“Money is a good and useful thing, Jo; and I hope my girls will never feel the need of it too bitterly, nor be tempted by too much….I’m not ambitious for a splendid fortune, a fashionable position, or a great name for my girls. If rank and money come with love and virtue, also, I should accept them gratefully, and enjoy your good fortune; but I know, by experience, how much genuine happiness can be had in a plain little house, where the daily bread is earned, and some privations give sweetness to the few pleasures. I am content to see Meg begin humbly, for, if I am not mistaken, she will be rich in the possession of a good man’s heart, and that is better than a fortune.”

Mrs. March desires that her daughters enjoy marriage. She desires that they not lack or experience undue hardship. But her greatest ambitions for her daughters is that they be virtuous, respected, and content.

How often my ambitions lie along the lines of Mrs. Moffat’s worldly ambitions rather than Marmee’s virtuous ones–but when I read of Marmee’s ambitions for her daughters, I cannot help but be ambitious for those same things.

Don’t forget to take a look at Barbara H’s meme “The Week in Words”, where bloggers collect quotes they’ve read throughout the week.


WiW: A quest for Joy

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There’s a pang in my heart, a rumbling in my gut, a nagging in my mind.

Something in my soul says this can’t be all there is.

Somewhere deep inside, I have an insatiable, unquenchable thirst.

I’m not sure exactly what it signifies–but one thing is sure.

THIS will not satisfy.


Is this what Lewis spoke of when he talks of his quest for Joy?

“Even when he first experienced Joy as a child, Lewis recognized that the feeling was not mere nostalgia or love of nature. It was a desire, then, for what? Trying to answer that became a kind of personal grail quest for Jack, a quest he would recount first in his highly autobiographical allegory, The Pilgrim’s Regress, and again in his memoir, Surprised by Joy. Both books are organized around the search for Joy, trying and setting aside many false objects of “Sweet Desire,” until one finally comes to rest in humble recognition of the true Object one has been seeking since childhood.”
~David Downing in The Most Reluctant Convert

I can identify with Lewis’s grail, his quest to capture the elusive Joy.

I think we all can.

What was Solomon’s story but a search for Joy? Spending every resource at his disposal, seeking a Joy that none of his resources could give.

Money. Fame. Women. Wisdom. Work.

The same things I try to find meaning and purpose, Joy, in.

“Solomon had the resources to do whatever he wanted, which is exactly what he did. He gorged himself on pleasure and filled himself with wine. He poured himself into great architectural projects and bought hordes of slaves…He had money, sex, power, fame, a big house, and entertainment. He was a test case for human happiness.

If the things of the world could satisfy, then Solomon should have been the happiest man to have ever lived. And yet, after standing at the pinnacle of life and surveying all that he had accomplished and accumulated, he came to one conclusion: ‘All is vanity.’

In reality, we’re not that different from Solomon. We have our vision of what would make us happy, of what would finally give us satisfaction. And so we pursue our dreams…

And you know what? Sometimes dreams come true. We get married, have children, land the new job, buy the new house. But we’re not cured of our madness. One dream replaces another, and the circle of discontentment starts all over.”

~Stephen Altrogge in The Greener Grass Conspiracy

Joy, the elusive fulfillment of my inner longing.

The flavor I taste in a thousand things, but can only satiate in One.

“You will show me the path of life;
In Your presence is fullness of Joy;
At Your right hand are pleasures forevermore.”
~Psalm 16:11

Don’t forget to take a look at Barbara H’s meme “The Week in Words”, where bloggers collect quotes they’ve read throughout the week.


WiW: Happy Announcement

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It’s selfish to use Barbara’s Week in Words as a medium for my own excitement-especially after I haven’t participated for several weeks.

But it must be said that all my favorite quotes, filling up yesterday’s Facebook newsfeed, had to do with one particular Happy Announcement.

Status Updates from my family:

“[Little Miss] Menter born at 4:49pm today! 7 1/2 lbs.”
~Mom

“Just watched Auntie Joanna dance upon finding out that [her niece] has hair.”
~Anna

“…Waiting to meet the new arrival. It was a girl, as I rooted for.”
~Joshua

“How am I going to have a niece/nephew football team when the oldest kid is a girl? AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
~John

“I’m an aunt!!”
~Grace

Also numbering among my favorites were the responses of family and friends.

On my sister-in-law’s wall:

“CONGRATS!! I was at the Menter’s house when Dan called Mary! I’m so happy for you guys!! :D Can’t wait to meet your beautiful daughter!”
~Amber

On my brother’s wall:

“Hooray for you. May the Lord give you many more until your quiver is full.”
~Uncle Jim

“[Miss Menter] is about an hour old according to my calculations – and I’m sure she already has her daddy and mommy wrapped around her teeny, tiny little pinky finger! Congratulations to you both and I pray God’s continued blessing on you all.”
~Aunt Kathy

On my mother’s wall:

“Praise God, from whom all blessings flow!”
~Aunt Janet

On my father’s wall:

“Congrats old man. Now you’re a grossvater.”
~Uncle Jim

Psalm 127

“A Song of Ascents. Of Solomon.
1 Unless the LORD builds the house,
They labor in vain who build it;
Unless the LORD guards the city,
The watchman stays awake in vain.
2 It is vain for you to rise up early,
To sit up late,
To eat the bread of sorrows;
For so He gives His beloved sleep.

3 Behold, children are a heritage from the LORD,
The fruit of the womb is a reward.
4 Like arrows in the hand of a warrior,
So are the children of one’s youth.
5 Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them;
They shall not be ashamed,
But shall speak with their enemies in the gate.

Psalm 128

“A Song of Ascents.
1 Blessed is every one who fears the LORD,
Who walks in His ways.

2 When you eat the labor of your hands,
You shall be happy, and it shall be well with you.
3 Your wife shall be like a fruitful vine
In the very heart of your house,
Your children like olive plants
All around your table.
4 Behold, thus shall the man be blessed
Who fears the LORD.

5 The LORD bless you out of Zion,
And may you see the good of Jerusalem
All the days of your life.
6 Yes, may you see your children’s children.

Peace be upon Israel!”


Don’t forget to take a look at Barbara H’s meme “The Week in Words”, where bloggers collect quotes they’ve read throughout the week.


WiW: Singles and Dating

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Jared Wilson’s post about relationships arrested me:

“I’m sure there’s a few people who really do only want someone who loves Jesus and will compromise on the rest. But the reason why the vast majority of the people who say this are lying liars is because I’ve watched these same young people date nonChristians, get into unhealthy sexual relationships, basically live like God ain’t watching, and/or ignore the young people in their relational spheres who actually love Jesus.

In fact, I notice that the young men and women who do just love Jesus tend to stay single quite a while. “

Why is this? Why do young men and women who do “just love Jesus” tend to stay single for so long?

Why doesn’t anybody seem to see what I see in so many of my wonderful single Christian girl friends?

Why do so many great, godly women get passed over in the dating/marriage field?


A semi-related article I also read this week talked about another dilemma in the Christian romance scene:

“TKC student Catherine Ratcliffe says I Kissed Dating Goodbye shows well that “sexual purity is important,” but it also led many of her classmates to “think we should never hang out unless we want to marry. In the 1990s, casual dating was the culprit. [Now] Christian couples will rush into relationships, saying, ‘we intend to marry,’ because they think they are not allowed to date unless they intend to marry.”

Pressure, pressure, pressure. Ratcliffe says, “If girls do get asked out they think, ‘We have to make this work. I might not get asked out for another 10 years.'” The “if” is big: Christian student after student in four states generalized to me: “Women don’t get asked out.”…”

I think this assessment is pretty accurate.

While I certainly am not all for casual dating (with casual intimacy assumed), I think one can go too far in the opposite direction. In fact, I think many have gone too far in the opposite direction by thinking they shouldn’t date anyone unless they already know they’re going to marry that someone.


These things frustrate me for personal reasons, yes, but my frustration is not just for me. I get frustrated when I see so many wonderful godly young women (I say young women because that’s my sphere, not that this doesn’t happen to men) marginalized when it comes to dating and marriage.

But I am so very glad that God does not marginalize the single person.

“Neither marriage nor children is a fundamental marker of being blessed of God in the new covenant, as all spiritual blessings come through Christ (Eph 1:3). Nor are marriage and procreation necessary to maintain one’s covenantal inheritance, for those in Christ have an imperishable inheritance in heaven….

…One’s singleness can be a powerful testimony to the sufficiency of Christ for all things…”

~Barry Danylak, Redeeming Singleness


Don’t forget to take a look at Barbara H’s meme “The Week in Words”, where bloggers collect quotes they’ve read throughout the week.


WiW: The Heart’s Purpose

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I can’t be entirely certain that I’m quoting “Letters to Juliet” accurately, but over the course of the movie, the protagonist asks her older companion (who is looking for her lost love): “What is your heart telling you?”

It’s a theme echoed in a dozens of Hollywood films, in chick flicks, and in daytime television. “What does your heart say?”

And with it there’s the implicit command: “You should do as your heart demands.”

But is the heart a sage such that we should strain our ears to hear its every thought? Is the heart a guru such that we should follow its every instruction?

Jon Bloom spoke of the issue in an article he wrote for Desiring God:

“Princess Diana once said, ‘Only do what your heart tells you.’

This is a creed believed by millions. It’s a statement of faith in one of the great pop cultural myths of the Western world. It’s a gospel proclaimed in many of our stories, movies, and songs.

It states that your heart is a compass inside of you that will point you to your own true north if you can just see it clearly. Your heart is a true guide that will lead you to happiness if you can just tune into it. We are lost, and our heart will save us.

This sounds so simple and liberating. It’s tempting to believe.

Until you consider that your heart has sociopathic tendencies.”

Jon goes on to say:

“If our hearts are compasses, they are like Jack Sparrow’s.”

No, our hearts are not future-seeing, altruistic sages. They are self-seeking, antisocial slavers.

No, our hearts are not wise guides or powerful gurus. They are forever oscillating needles, unsure of true north or even of their own desires.

But if the heart is such a faulty sage, such a misleading guide, what is the purpose of the heart?

May I suggest that the heart’s purpose is not first to speak, but to hear; not to lead, but to be led?

May I suggest that the heart’s purpose–indeed our purpose–is not to be consumed with itself or to follow after itself, but to be consumed with another, lost in another?

We taste this in the sublimity of early love, when self’s considerations (even eating and sleeping) lose precedence to the exaltation of the beloved.

But this is only a foretaste of a much greater reality–the reality that I posit is part of our divine purpose in life.

To be lost in worship of the One who is so far greater than our hearts that our hearts must bow to His every whim.

David Brooks of The New York Times says:

“The purpose in life is not to find yourself. It’s to lose yourself.”
HT: Justin Buzzard

But while Brooks talks of losing oneself in “tasks”, in general, I would argue that our purpose is not to be lost in “tasks” but in One Sacred Task.

Our heart’s purpose is to be lost glorying in Christ.


Don’t forget to take a look at Barbara H’s meme “The Week in Words”, where bloggers collect quotes they’ve read throughout the week.


WiW: Every story whispers

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It’s my new favorite book. I bought it two weeks ago, and I’ve read from it every night since I got it.

It’s the The Jesus Storybook Bible by Sally Lloyd-Jones. I’ve read the first story, the introduction of sorts, at least a dozen times–to several dozen people.

An excerpt from the introduction–the part that convinced me I needed to own a copy:

“No, the Bible isn’t a book of rules, or a book of heroes. The Bible is most of all a Story. It’s an adventure story about a young Hero who comes from a far country to win back his lost treasure. It’s a love story about a brave Prince who leaves his palace, his throne–everything–to rescue the one he loves….

There are lots of stories in the Bible, but all the stories are telling one Big Story. The Story of how God loves his children and comes to rescue them.

It takes the whole Bible to tell this Story. And at the center of the Story, there is a baby. Every Story in the Bible whispers His name.

That’s what I love about The Jesus Storybook Bible.

Every story whispers His name.

Not one story ends without reference to Jesus, to the gospel, to the truth of Jesus Christ come to save sinners.

It’s why I take my Storybook Bible with me to hang out with friends. It’s why I read it to the girls I decoupaged with over the weekend. It’s why I read it to the dementia residents at our care facility during my off hours.

Because every story whispers His name.

As one Alzheimer’s patient interrupted every few paragraphs to exclaim:

“I’ve heard that story before, but I’ve never heard it so clearly.”

I love The Jesus Storybook Bible–but I want to go beyond it.

I want every story that I tell–
every story that others tell about me–
My heart’s desire is that my every story
would whisper His name.


The same precious resident who interrupted me to tell me how clearly The Jesus Storybook Bible told the story of creation and the fall also told me “That’d be wonderful for children, because it’s so clear.”

For my part, I agree–and add “And for the elderly and everyone in between.” I loved being able to share the gospel with a dozen ladies over the course of the hour I spent reading. Each story gave me opportunity to emphasize once again that God loved his children (and THEM) so much that He came to earth and died in order to bring them into relationship with Him.


Don’t forget to take a look at Barbara H’s meme “The Week in Words”, where bloggers collect quotes they’ve read throughout the week.

*This was NOT a paid advertisement. I received no monetary or other compensation for this review. In fact, I paid my own money for a copy of The Jesus Storybook Bible. And I recommend that you do the same.