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The commands of Jesus - new series

I have known the Bible well for a very long time now. Recently, I've become convinced that I need to return to it again, but with a new focus:

 What does Jesus tell me to do?

 I'm not throwing away the words of Peter or Paul or Moses. I am turning towards the One who taught them, made them His disciples and prophets, the source of holiness and a radical way of living. How do His words instruct and protect me? How is my life transformed when my behavior matches how He tells me to live? What questions do I have? And, most important, how do I respond to what I hear?

 These posts are not meant to be Inspired Teaching for you. They are the reflections of my heart as it listens to and responds to God. You'll notice along the way that how I approach this time has grown and changed. I started just to record what I heard and knew about a particular command and now each command includes a prayer at the end. I can no longer know without responding and changing.

 I am working my way through the Gospels chronologically, addressing each command in order. I am not including things like the Beatitudes where it is a promise or statement, only where I am called to action or changed thinking.

 It is my heart's desire that - as you see the way God tells me I am amazing, beloved, and precious just as I am and then calls me in love to be better every time I visit with Him - you, in turn, would meet the God who loves you and keeps your picture in His wallet. Come spend some time on His lap and listen as I tell my story.
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