It's 2:27.
I am in the middle of working on an operations analysis that is due tomorrow.
Procrastination at its finest, my friends.
The only thing I can think about: soil.
Soil? Yeah, soil.
Last week I had a conversation with a dear friend about the parable of soil.
How each of us can relate.
Rocky.
Thorny.
Hard.
Good.
I can relate to all of the first three lately.
My friend called me out.
For that, I thank him.
He said he feels like I am closest to rocky at this point.
Although my faith had been uprooted I subconsciously tried to runaway from it.
But I am done running.
He told me to begin reading Luke and so I did.
Within the first portion I knew it was a good beginning point on the road to redeeming the faith I knew, felt, and experienced back in Estonia last summer.
The writer is addressing Theophilus.
I am a huge nerd so I had to look up the person.
There is no specific face to match to the name but more of a meaning to the name.
There are two meanings:
Friend of God or Loved by God
Being loved by God you are a friend of God whether you want to be or not.
It is written to everyone who reads it, especially those in rocky soil.
The first portion ends with "so that you may know the certainty if the things you have been taught."
If something is certain then it cannot be less certain at a later time.
Someone in rocky soil is uprooted in the hard times.
I am going to focus on deepening my roots to a point where nothing can uproot them.
"Blessed is she who had believed that what the Lord has said to her will be accomplished."
