There are many inspiring books waiting patiently to be read by you. Found between their pages is a world of knowledge and insight on anything from cooking to space travel. Don Richardson’s Lords of the Earth is a must read for the missions-minded individual.
Have you ever felt that your life was a novel? Well it is, in a way. Peruse through the end of your bible in that ominous, yet glorious book titled Revelation. Traverse especially chapter 20 where the dead are judged. Not only is the Book of Life opened, but other books are opened.
Someone recommended that I continue posting about Don Richardson’s book in groups of chapters instead of individually. This seems like a good idea, so I decided to read chapters 4-6. These are some reflections on these last three chapters of part 1.
1. Thou shalt not commit incest on pain of death. 2. Thou shalt not steal thy neighbor’s wife, land, pigs, or produce. 3. Thou shalt not marry before thy beard appears. 4. When thou art on a ridge, and thine enemy is in the valley, kill two or three men.
Chapter 2 of Richardson’s book is centered on the raid spoken about in the previous chapter.
Chapter 1 of Lords of the Earth begins with great details on the Yali people of the Irian Jayan jungle. The Yali culture was a very male-dominated culture steeped in cannibalism and spiritism.
Hello blog readers, Jarred Spengler here. For the next few weeks, I will be reading Don Richardson’s book, Lords of the Earth and writing an overview of each chapter.
Skinny, pale, and sickly, David Brainerd was quoted by one online biography as being completely unqualified to work in a modern missions agency, yet he was regarded as an incredible pioneer in missions, despite being despondent, melancholy and ill all the time.
Today we see BCOM, but prior to BCOM there was only a congregation gathered in a place called Bethany Chapel and a pastor named Theodore Hegre. From the congregation emerged five families with a sincere conviction that the Lord wanted them to do something unique…
The ropes mercilessly held fast the slaves wrists to the weary wooden post. His hands were helplessly bound; not even enough room to wiggle a finger in the intensity of the pain. The whip cracked only inches away from his left ear as it licked his shoulder.
