Bible Study… that’s a joke… a misnomer… a charade. I would come to his house with pencil and notebook and Bible, settle into the chair across from him, and we would begin.
And all the while we studied together, he knew that’s not really why he had invited me to come and learn from him. There was another agenda.
In the beginning, I didn’t realize this. But as time went on, I felt obligated in some way... and I still kept going, even though I knew there would be other things to do.
What a lie… to call it Bible Study.
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