Sitting on empty. In some seasons.
Even with daily seeking.
Even though I’m reading the Word. Praying.
Even as I walk in fellowship and family.
All those pieces and places usually keep my heart and mind filled to overflowing.
But now? Empty.

Sitting on empty. In some seasons.
Even with daily seeking.
Even though I’m reading the Word. Praying.
Even as I walk in fellowship and family.
All those pieces and places usually keep my heart and mind filled to overflowing.
But now? Empty.

Benedict of Nursia (480-547) first formed his Rule for the abbey he served in Monte Cassino, Italy.
Last year I grew curious about what this guide contained. And one particular practice caught my attention. It meant the monks of his monasteries lived on a steady diet of Psalms.
They repeated the entire book each week.

Tucked in the setting of another king’s ebbing allegiance. And his discernible drift from God.
I see it.
The verse often quoted.
Serving as a clarion call for holy commitment. Wholehearted devotion. To the worship and ways of the Lord God Almighty.
Here it sits. Right in the middle of Hanani’s prophetic message. Calling out King Asa.
