I’m as guilty of brewing the stuff as anyone else I’ve ever read.
You know, the recipe where you mix a cup of this psalm and that gospel and water it down with a convenient diluting explanation and then add a dash of your favorite proof text for spice. (Or spite.)
And it’s stew.
It’s isn’t soup, which usually has just one dominant flavor: Think potato. Tomato. Celery. Onion. Not vegetable, which is just stew on a superhydrating diet.
The danger is, if you mix indiscriminately, you may get clam-apricot-jalapeno bisque. And even if you’re a pretty good chef, you’ll get a heady combination of luscious flavors flowing together and tasting pretty good together.
Stew, all the same.
Neither milk, nor meat.
Neither a mess of pottage, nor a pot of message.
Just something to stew about.
Please, God … help me to wean myself from the comfortable, the controversial, the combinational stewing of scripture; to hunger after the meat of righteousness and plain truth and Christlikeness. Even when it’s hard to swallow. Even when it’s hard to digest. I need a more mature appetite. Amen.
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This has been on my heart and mind lately too. Since I have been sensitive to the practice I am amazed and how often it is used. and disturbed.>>Yet, I know that I am guilty of the same…