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For me, my faith is like an inviting forest, with many wondrous trees. Each tree is a truth i find in the Bible. For the longest time i’ve wondered beneath the cool shade of these truths, thinking they were all of one kind, like the pines and oaks are the trees of a disingenuous forest.
A few months ago i discovered one tree seemingly unlike the rest. Like finding a palm tree among snow-clothed pines, it did not seem to belong. That tree is this:
For my flesh is real food and my blood is real drink.
These words of Jesus in John 6:55 don’t seem to fit. I mean, either i’ve been blind to what kind of Protestant forest i’ve been walking through, or i’m now blind to what kind of tree i think i’ve found.
Will anyone help me out?
For me, my faith is like an inviting forest, with many wondrous trees. Each tree is a truth i find in the Bible. For the longest time i’ve wondered beneath the cool shade of these truths, thinking they were all of one kind, like the pines and oaks are the trees of a disingenuous forest.
A few months ago i discovered one tree seemingly unlike the rest. Like finding a palm tree among snow-clothed pines, it did not seem to belong. That tree is this:
For my flesh is real food and my blood is real drink.
These words of Jesus in John 6:55 don’t seem to fit. I mean, either i’ve been blind to what kind of Protestant forest i’ve been walking through, or i’m now blind to what kind of tree i think i’ve found.
Will anyone help me out?