I agree with this. I did my share of eye-rolling from the pew when an elderly gentleman would say “Lord willing” but then COVID happened and taught me that I’m really not that in control of any of my schedules and plans. I’ve started using “If the Lord wills” a lot more frequently as a reminder that I am a finite creature.
I have begun to use this phrase more and more the older I get. I realize more than ever my dependency on God, and I am so much more aware of how finite I am. My very life depends upon God’s will for me, and I am secure in His plan for my life.
Just curious, Professor Beck, what were you doing "out at the prison?" Is that a metaphor? Do you do prison ministry? Lord willin', you'll answer this question.
Never mind. I looked it up. Good for you visiting and teaching souls in prison. I reckon that the prison metaphor can apply to all us souls who aren't behind bars but benefit from your writing and teaching here in cyberspace. Thank you for doing it. God bless you.
PS: I just became a paid subscriber after reading your blog for the past month or so. According to the Bible, when you get your Heavenly reward, I'll get some too. That's not why I'm contributing . . . but, well, "Praise the LORD!"
Yes, I'm a prison chaplain at a unit here in town. About being a paid subscriber, I'm honored by your pledge. But this newsletter is free! I don't collect the pledges that have been made.
If you haven't noticed my humor is often irreverent, Dr. Beck, but I am very impressed with your blog and also with your life's calling to which you seem very seriously and, even, joyously engaged. Thank you for doing what you do.
Growing up in the formerly great state of Texas, here’s the complete phrase. “Lord willing and the creek don’t rise.”
I agree with this. I did my share of eye-rolling from the pew when an elderly gentleman would say “Lord willing” but then COVID happened and taught me that I’m really not that in control of any of my schedules and plans. I’ve started using “If the Lord wills” a lot more frequently as a reminder that I am a finite creature.
I have begun to use this phrase more and more the older I get. I realize more than ever my dependency on God, and I am so much more aware of how finite I am. My very life depends upon God’s will for me, and I am secure in His plan for my life.
Prayer and sacrifice is not for God, but to remind us what we are not.
Just curious, Professor Beck, what were you doing "out at the prison?" Is that a metaphor? Do you do prison ministry? Lord willin', you'll answer this question.
Never mind. I looked it up. Good for you visiting and teaching souls in prison. I reckon that the prison metaphor can apply to all us souls who aren't behind bars but benefit from your writing and teaching here in cyberspace. Thank you for doing it. God bless you.
PS: I just became a paid subscriber after reading your blog for the past month or so. According to the Bible, when you get your Heavenly reward, I'll get some too. That's not why I'm contributing . . . but, well, "Praise the LORD!"
Yes, I'm a prison chaplain at a unit here in town. About being a paid subscriber, I'm honored by your pledge. But this newsletter is free! I don't collect the pledges that have been made.
Dang! There goes my Heavenly reward, huh?
If you haven't noticed my humor is often irreverent, Dr. Beck, but I am very impressed with your blog and also with your life's calling to which you seem very seriously and, even, joyously engaged. Thank you for doing what you do.
Godspeed, Sir.