The radiation therapy is done: Five brief and painless treatments over five days. Now, as they say with bushfire preparations, the status is 'wait and watch'. Still plenty of activity going on, including paid work looking after a dachshund and attending the funeral of a good friend who passed to glory too young, having been diagnosed almost accidentally twelve months ago. Farewell, dear brother Andrew.
With all this extra time on my hands for sleeping, I am doing just that and expect to do be doing more. In between times and as able, I keep up with family and think thoughts, including this latest on why I no longer read the Bible quite so much.
That's the cancer bit: here is the thought.
On not reading my print Bible.
Whilst many well meaning Christians with whom I agree tell me to read my Bible, I actually haven’t read a print Bible with any regularity for years. In fact, as I told one of my church friends at St Barnabas East Roseville, I’ve generally stopped reading the Bible in whatever format, at least as part of my daily diet.
These days--as I reassured (or possibly not) my nonplussed friend, I mainly listen to the Bible–just like they did in the first century for most of their Christian lives. Is that bad? Admittedly, I generally listen on my mobile phone. It helps that I sometimes drive through Sydney traffic, a situation in which actually reading a print Bible is generally uncalled for. I'm not certain you will be prosecuted for doing so when stopped at the lights, but surely days are coming.
Related to do this I am trying to tell my completely blind father the gospel and have not suggested yet that he should try a print Bible, as much as some Christians insist this is the only way to go. However if I can get his Metaglasses working for more than six hours at a time, I will definitely put a print Bible in front of him so that he can listen to it, should he choose to do so.
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