Genesis 12:1-9; Psalm 33:1-12; (Hosea 5:15 - 6:6; Psalm 50:7-15;) Romans 4:13-25; Matthew 9:9-13, 18-26
1 Kings 17:8-16, (17-24); Psalm 146; (1 Kings 17:17-24; Psalm 30;) Galatians 1:11-24; Luke 7:11-17
1 Samuel 8:4-11, (12-15), 16-20, (11:14-15); Psalm 138; (Genesis 3:8-15; Psalm 130;) 2 Corinthians 4:13-5:1; Mark 3:20-35
The Bible is full of strange things—oil cruets and flour containers that never become empty and young bodies that are restored to life at a word from Jesus. Are we supposed to believe that these things happened? Maybe the ancient peoples did, but we moderns suffer under the curse of Bultmann’s lightbulb: we know why the light switches on. We are cursed by rationalities that prevent us from seeing the Bible as one overarching story in which our own lives play a key role.
Aron Ralston knew he would die before the next morning’s sunrise. Five days earlier he’d been walking a trail in a narrow desert canyon in Utah and had climbed down from a large chockstone along his route. A chockstone is a huge boulder that’s wedged between other stones or canyon walls. This one may have been there for hundreds of years, but when Ralston came down, he somehow loosened the boulder, and it fell on him.