For many months, I have had a study of the Gospel of John. I haven't done anything with it, other than moving it out of my way. This morning, I finally cracked the book. I have only gotten through the introduction, but already, I feel it grabbing me. For the first time, I see the Gospels as written by real men, who experienced life with Jesus, who saw the world through eyes similar to His. This is not just some story of faith, written two thousand years ago. This was life, lived two thousand years ago, by people who loved others, sweated in the heat, shivered in the chill air, felt pain and joy, and were able to walk with Jesus.
I am looking forward to the first study tomorrow.
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