Book Club

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Hi Peeps,
Today’s Quote
Start a book club that talks about the wonderful stories in the Bible to see how they relate to your lifestyle, home, work, community, school, and church environments so that you can fix the hidden problems you still have.”   ~  Jon Barnes

You

You are the church and your book club should include and invite everyone to read what God has to say.  Sharing, talking, and doing this work of faith will follow you where ever you go and possibly inspire others.  It is pure joy to see people read, share, listen, and love God’s word, works, and music created for His Service and Glory.  This is bigger than you, so get out of God’s way and enjoy God’s Book Club of Sharing.  

Book 

Buy ’The Book’ and go by ’The Book’ so that people can join God’s Book Club for pleasure, enjoyment, healing, inspiration, and quality of life.  Honoring God in this way will allow more miracles to formulate in your life, all day every day.  Share, walk, talk, read, re-read and do the work of faith that is in The Book, and your business of life and work will make good sense.

It

Book your own flight and take a trip around the world helping others to join your Book Club for God, by spreading His Message of Hope, Love, Charity, Forgiveness, Repentance, Thanksgiving, Faith, Reading, and Obedience.  It matters what God thinks and does with what you are doing for Him, not the other way around.
Today’s Question
Are your books, business, and thoughts more important than  God’s Plan, Books, Business, and Thoughts?
Enjoy The Reading
 

Job 30

Job Speaks of His Anguish

30 “But now I am mocked by people younger than I,
    by young men whose fathers are not worthy to run with my sheepdogs.
A lot of good they are to me—
    those worn-out wretches!
They are gaunt from poverty and hunger.
    They claw the dry ground in desolate wastelands.
They pluck wild greens from among the bushes
    and eat from the roots of broom trees.
They are driven from human society,
    and people shout at them as if they were thieves.
So now they live in frightening ravines,
    in caves and among the rocks.
They sound like animals howling among the bushes,
    huddled together beneath the nettles.
They are nameless fools,
    outcasts from society.
“And now they mock me with vulgar songs!
    They taunt me!
10 They despise me and won’t come near me,
    except to spit in my face.
11 For God has cut my bowstring.
    He has humbled me,
    so they have thrown off all restraint.
12 These outcasts oppose me to my face.
    They send me sprawling
    and lay traps in my path.
13 They block my road
    and do everything they can to destroy me.
They know I have no one to help me.
14     They come at me from all directions.
They jump on me when I am down.
15     I live in terror now.
My honor has blown away in the wind,
    and my prosperity has vanished like a cloud.
16 “And now my life seeps away.
    Depression haunts my days.
17 At night my bones are filled with pain,
    which gnaws at me relentlessly.
18 With a strong hand, God grabs my shirt.[a]
    He grips me by the collar of my coat.
19 He has thrown me into the mud.
    I’m nothing more than dust and ashes.
20 “I cry to you, O God, but you don’t answer.
    I stand before you, but you don’t even look.
21 You have become cruel toward me.
    You use your power to persecute me.
22 You throw me into the whirlwind
    and destroy me in the storm.
23 And I know you are sending me to my death—
    the destination of all who live.
24 “Surely no one would turn against the needy
    when they cry for help in their trouble.
25 Did I not weep for those in trouble?
    Was I not deeply grieved for the needy?
26 So I looked for good, but evil came instead.
    I waited for the light, but darkness fell.
27 My heart is troubled and restless.
    Days of suffering torment me.
28 I walk in gloom, without sunlight.
    I stand in the public square and cry for help.
29 Instead, I am considered a brother to jackals
    and a companion to owls.
30 My skin has turned dark,
    and my bones burn with fever.
31 My harp plays sad music,
    and my flute accompanies those who weep.
 
Love,
 
Jonathan