Devotional Books???? Decreased Popularity

D e v o t i o n a l   b o o k s ..

tempting, in a bookstore.  I often regret buying them, afterwards.  Over Christmas, I bought a devotional book.  The author had been in professional sports and had some substance of credibility.  After a few pages. the devotional book became devoted to disappearing.  Fast-forward two months to this morning.  Going through my office, I found the devotional book that I had purchased during Christmas holiday.  Now, here is the tension: 168 hours in a week (that’s all).  I need to choose carefully about what to read … during the 168 hours I’ve been given. Here is what I have come up with.  

  • FACT:  I enjoy reading the Word.  
  • FACT:  I believe that I need to read the Word.  
  • FACT:  the Word cannot / should not be replaced by a devotional book.  
  • FACT:  comparing the content of the Word with a devotional book is, possibly, a waste of time.  For example:
    • Old Testament: 39 books
    • New Testament: 27 books
    • Complete Bible: 66 books
    • Old Testament: 23,214 verses
    • New Testament: 7,959 verses
    • Complete Bible: 31,173 verses


Thirty-one-thousand verses … plus one-hundred-seventy-three.  When I open up the Word in the morning, sometimes I am not even sure where I want to go, out of 31,173 verses / 66 different books.  A footnote for a verse may invite to me to go to another place in the Word, to see what that piece says about the original stretch of scripture I started off with.  Well,  there is plenty more to say, but I will wrap it up with this.  This morning I decided to go to Acts.  I have been in Romans, but I decided it was time to make a shift.  In Acts 1, I made some observations that had never come across the old cognitive radar system between my two ears.  And that is what happens, quite often.  I have read a passage of scripture many, many, many times … and still experience something different, something new.  I don’t get the same gift from reading a devotional book.  Oh yeah … I need to leave a note to myself:



WORD … Visits Me

I took some time to receive some words from Romans 15:13 this morning.  It was a good visit.



I was then in the midst of Proverbs, a specific place – – – 17.  I received some words, there, and a paraphrase emerged.  It was a good visit.


A dry morsel, not so bad, with peach and quietness.  Compare this with a house full of feasting, where there is strife.  A life with strife versus a life with love leaves a loss in its wake.  Bummer.


I read on a bit further: more words, it was a good visit.


To consider, and then to know, that this God we know, who knows us, also knows our hearts, observes our hearts and allows our hearts to be tested.  Does that mean anything to me?  It should mean something, and it should humble me to know …when my heart is not right, He knows that my heart is not right, and yet He does not condemn.


I read on a bit further, about this controversial issue of when one guy comes to another guy and speaks a little iron-sharpening-iron truth, and the moment of truth of whether or not the other guy chooses to receive what the first guy has to offer.

The wisdom in me honors, and receives, the redemptive rebuke.  So, God, lete the wise man be free … and let the foolishness remain buried.  The wisdom flows like a fast-moving creek, and foolishness sits like stagnant water … stagnant water that one should never drink from.


Lastly, after reading a bit further, I received some words about this tendency a man has to isolate.  It was a good visit.


A man sometimes gravitates toward self, isolates self, placates self, seeks intensely his own desire … and he becomes unapproachable to wise counsel.

Yes, it was a good visit this morning, with the Word.  And it was a good visit with Lincoln Brewster, via YouTube, the song “Live To Praise You” …. A great jolt of joy.

“Day after day
You never change
Ever the same
There is hope in Your name …”