New Versions of the Bible

Though I’ve read the NKJV (New King James Version) of the Bible for many years now I still find myself being drawn back to the good ‘ol King James Version of the Bible. There’s so many new versions out there that are coming out every few years that it becomes confusing.

Many today say that the King James is archaic and hard to understand. When my 10-year old son wants to read the Bible with me I’ll give him a choice by saying, “what version do you want to read? We’ve got the NIV, Message, or the King James.” Every time my son wants to read the King James. He can understand it fine. Even with the “thee’s” and the “thou’s” there’s something majestic about KJV that commands respect when you hear it and you know you’re hearing the very words of God.

I can’t say I’ve as dogmatic as some on the subject, but I can say that the King James sure has stood the test of time and is Bible that I love for more reasons than one. The other versions are just a bit too watered-down for me and seem to be adding to the Word more than what is right.

If we add another 20 versions of the Bible in the next 20 years will anyone even know what “God’s Word – The Bible” is anymore?


Why Santa is so Sad


Just recently I’ve heard of a cultural shift that’s trying to take over.
Why would anybody be offended in “Christmas”? I do understand that, for Christians, “Christ” is the center of Christmas, but by-and-large it’s just merely an American holiday. I just can’t picture everyone calling our belov-ed Christmas Tree a “Holiday Tree”.

What in the world would Santa think? Is it really that big of a deal?

If The Grass Was Greener…

If The Grass Was Greener
by Robb Gorringe

If the grass was greener on the other side, the Lord would have said
For indulgence in this world only brings about death
The price that He paid has really yet to be told
But it is like a fragrance that only a lover would know

Who today could find a lily by a thorn?
Yet He makes His home in the hearts that are torn
He pours out His treasure-love on the cold, forsaken heart
Because He knows that when you taste of it you will never depart

You can find Me in the mud or you can find Me on a hill
But the deeper that you go, I go higher yet still
To pull you up out of the mire and the sin
To show you your heart and My hands that they’re in

Lord, the shackles of my past are no longer on my feet?
You mean there’s a ring for finger and a Thanksgiving feast?
I give you my life as tears of joy cascade down
I got lost in my wandering, but now I’m on solid ground