Speaking of reading, I just finished a good book. Not The Good Book. I read a little of that one almost every day. This book is called Honor In The Dust, by Gilbert Morris. I generally select new books from the library because they're not so nasty. I have read older books, particularly if I like the author's style, but, seriously, I have no clue what some people put in their mouths, because it is totally unrecognizable by the time they have dripped or smeared it on the pages they were reading. Yuck!
Back to Honor In The Dust. It was set in the 16th century, when William Tyndale was going underground in order to translate (and print) the Latin Bible into English. While this was going on, King Henry VIII was hanging and burning those who aided the translation, as well as those who smuggled or owned the newly-translated books. The reason, of course, was that the Church had proclaimed that only the priests could translate a verse or passage at a time, because only they were ordained by God to know what it said or meant.
This book tells the story of two brothers, set against each other by the greed of the elder brother, who wants to inherit the estate. The gospel of Christ is presented about 2/3 of the way through, and you see the determination of those who are willing to risk their lives in order to have a first-hand look at the Bible in their own language. The title was taken from Psalm 7:5 (KJV). It was a good read, and would make an equally good movie.
For any that are wondering, I haven't stopped praying. I am just experimenting on how to construct this journal, and I'm giving the prayer-at-the-end a break. Thank You, Lord, that I'm still praying in my head.
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