Rebecca Stark is the author of The Good Portion: Godthe second title in The Good Portion series.

The Good Portion: God explores what Scripture teaches about God in hopes that readers will see his perfection, worth, magnificence, and beauty as they study his triune nature, infinite attributes, and wondrous works. 

                     

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Saturday
Mar262022

Selected Reading, March 26, 2022

 

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Creatures

Why Should I Care About Animals?
My answer is “because they’re cute.” William Boekestein’s answer is just a bit more theological.

Horseback-riding goat a hit on B.C. farm
Arret and Bouge have an unusual friendship. At least check out the video.

Bible 

The Bible Is More Accurate in Texas (Well, Sort of …)
That title make you want to read, right? This is a clever introduction to the Y’allVersion, which “fixes” the places where the Greek and Hebrew use a second person plural, which we don’t have in standard English. (By the way, a You’uns version, a Yinze version, or a Youse version would fix the problem, too.)

Bible Study Is Hard Work (And That Is OK).
“[A]re you struggling in your reading of God’s Word? That’s OK. You’re supposed to. The Bible is deep, rich, and ancient. There are words in the Bible that are unfamiliar to modern ears. There are truths in the Bible that seem too good to be true. There are challenges in the Bible that we can’t live up to. There is conviction within the pages of the Bible as it reveals our sin.”

But it’s worth all the work, I promise.

Kids’ Lit

Stig of the Dump
Someone recommended this and it sounded like exactly like the sort of book my grandsons like, so I ordered it for them. I was right; they love it. Any 7-12 year old readers you know might like it too.

Here’s from the publisher’s blurb: “Barney isn’t supposed to go near the chalk pit. His grandmother and sister both told him the edge could give way and he could fall in—but what else is he supposed to do on a miserable gray day?
 
It’s not long before Barney falls into the pit and bumps his head. But where he lands is more than an old garbage dump: It’s a home. There’s a little hut built out of discarded junk, and more surprisingly, there’s a boy, about Barney’s age, inside. He speaks in grunts instead of English, wears a rabbit-skin loincloth, has shaggy black hair, and might be named something that sounds like ‘Stig.’

I had never heard of this children’s novel, and I consider myself a bit of a classic children’s literature expert. I guess I’m only an expert in North American classic children’s lit.

(And Tony Robinson—the perfect narrator for it—reads this novel here and here.)

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