Thursday, October 2, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Who Do You Say I Am?
WHO DO YOU SAY I AM?
In our backyard, I have bird feeders that are visited regularly by several kinds of birds. We get many sparrows. In fact, without a bird guide, many of them appear alike. Song Sparrows, Chipping Sparrows, Golden-crowned Sparrows, and White-crowned Sparrows as well as female House Finches and the House Sparrows all appear pretty much the same. My wife and I have frequent discussions, well maybe arguments might be a better word for it, about what is outside our house.
We’ve also been known to "discuss" whether the Robin or Grosbeak or Varied Thrush was a visitor or not. You see while they are different, it is easy to just assume certain things. Expecting certain birds often confuses us when others do show up.
I have three brothers. While we are each distinct, if you were to happen upon all four of us at one time, you might be hard-pressed to distinguish us from one another. At a family reunion in June, it was rather confusing for the grandchildren to call "Grandpa Carlson" and suddenly be confronted with three others who were very similar to their grandfather.
"Now when Jesus came into the district of Caesarea Philippi, he asked his disciples, "Who do people say that the Son of Man is?" And they said, "Some say John the Baptist, others say Elijah, and others Jeremiah or one of the prophets." (Matthew 16:13-14 ESV)
Fortunately grandfathers and sparrows and robins can be sorted out with proper understanding. In the case of the disciples and the assessment of others there was a fairly large disparity as to who they thought Jesus might be. At a family reunion, having a grandchild grab the wrong grandfather was not a really big deal, and the correct party was very quickly found. But not all things are so easily determined.
" He said to them, "But who do you say that I am?" (16:15) In the case of Jesus Christ a truly profound decision is bound up in "who do you say that I am?" If Jesus is really John the Baptist, then he has been resurrected from the dead. If Jesus is really Elijah, then he was a long gone prophet who had lived at least a 1,000 years earlier. If he was one of the other "prophets" you could follow or ignore him.
" He said to them, "But who do you say that I am?" Jesus will not leave those options open. He now turns to them with a question that really calls for a decision about him. It is a valid question that each of us must answer as well. Jesus forces each of us to make a determination about him.
Matthew 16:16– Simon Peter replied, "You are the Christ, the Son of the living God."
This choice is not optional, if Jesus is who he claimed to be. It cannot be ignored. It must be answered. Jesus did not leave it to others to answer but rather makes it personal to each one: "Who do you say that I am?"
We’ve also been known to "discuss" whether the Robin or Grosbeak or Varied Thrush was a visitor or not. You see while they are different, it is easy to just assume certain things. Expecting certain birds often confuses us when others do show up.
I have three brothers. While we are each distinct, if you were to happen upon all four of us at one time, you might be hard-pressed to distinguish us from one another. At a family reunion in June, it was rather confusing for the grandchildren to call "Grandpa Carlson" and suddenly be confronted with three others who were very similar to their grandfather.
"Now when Jesus came into the district of Caesarea Philippi, he asked his disciples, "Who do people say that the Son of Man is?" And they said, "Some say John the Baptist, others say Elijah, and others Jeremiah or one of the prophets." (Matthew 16:13-14 ESV)
Fortunately grandfathers and sparrows and robins can be sorted out with proper understanding. In the case of the disciples and the assessment of others there was a fairly large disparity as to who they thought Jesus might be. At a family reunion, having a grandchild grab the wrong grandfather was not a really big deal, and the correct party was very quickly found. But not all things are so easily determined.
" He said to them, "But who do you say that I am?" (16:15) In the case of Jesus Christ a truly profound decision is bound up in "who do you say that I am?" If Jesus is really John the Baptist, then he has been resurrected from the dead. If Jesus is really Elijah, then he was a long gone prophet who had lived at least a 1,000 years earlier. If he was one of the other "prophets" you could follow or ignore him.
" He said to them, "But who do you say that I am?" Jesus will not leave those options open. He now turns to them with a question that really calls for a decision about him. It is a valid question that each of us must answer as well. Jesus forces each of us to make a determination about him.
Matthew 16:16– Simon Peter replied, "You are the Christ, the Son of the living God."
This choice is not optional, if Jesus is who he claimed to be. It cannot be ignored. It must be answered. Jesus did not leave it to others to answer but rather makes it personal to each one: "Who do you say that I am?"
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Friday, April 4, 2008
Bakken Formation in North Dakota
North Dakota Bakken Formation -- News of Interest
BOOM TIMES: A part in the play
By Chuck Haga, Herald Staff WriterPublished Sunday, November 04, 2007
PARSHALL, N.D. - Like an old woodsman gazing into a well-built campfire, Herb Geving stared into the steady, whooshing flame illuminating what once was pasture for his horses and playground for coyotes.
“Just look at it,” he said softly, lifting the broad brim of his cowboy hat to fully appreciate the intense red-orange flare licking high into the western Dakota night.
“They say the higher it flames, the more she'll produce,” he said. “Just look at 'er go!”
Herb Geving, a retired rancher and garbage hauler will become one of the state's newest millionaires by next fall from oil revenue on his Mountrail County ranch. Herald photo by Eric Hylden.
A nearly full moon rose in the southeast and joined the stars vainly trying to compete with the natural gas flaring from Geving's new oil well, one of three he has an interest in, one of many now lighting the rangeland from Parshall northwest toward Stanley, one of perhaps hundreds to come in this new and rapidly developing oilfield.
“I love to come out here and watch it, to be a part of it,” Geving said, adjusting the hat again, surveying the broad land and sky and the singular flames, his and the others that stretch to the horizon like landing lights for an isolated and seemingly endless runway.
“A millionaire by next fall,” he said.
It's about as much as he will say about the windfall that will come to him, a retired rancher and garbage hauler who held onto the mineral rights on much of his land: holding and waiting until prices rose and the oil people found new ways to extract the riches below, making development profitable.
A neighbor whose well came in earlier received a check for $570,000, his share after four months of production, Geving said. As many as 30 wells are producing or soon will be in this new play area, “and they're talking about putting in between 500 and 700,” he said.
“Going to be a lot of millionaires.”
Seeing the potential
People in the region “are just starting to see the potential” in this new oil play, said Gary Petersen, president of Lakeside State Bank in New Town, 16 miles west of Parshall.
“Overall, people are optimistic about what's happening,” he said. “I haven't seen a big oil check come through my bank yet, and folks aren't running down the street giddy. That's not the nature of people here. But there sure has been a lot of leasing activity and lots of reports of successful wells.
“The hope is that the extra activity will help supplement incomes and allow people to improve their lifestyles a little.”
Geving's ranch and others just northwest of Parshall are ground zero in a boom area that's drawing high-quality sweet crude oil from the Bakken Formation, a sprawling underground deposit that extends from western North Dakota into eastern Montana and Canada.
Seismographers tested the area, including Geving's land, in the early 1970s.
“There was three guys come in here with a helicopter, and there was a lot of seismographing,” he said. Nothing came of that search then, “but I told my family we were going to have oil. I knew it was there. Now I can say, ‘I told you so.'"
Tim and Felicia Jarski, who work at the Reservation Telephone Cooperative in Parshall, said that people who hold no mineral rights in the strike area may envy those who hit it rich, but they don't resent them.
“It'll change life for a few people,” said Tim Jarski, 48. “There are some landowners who don't have mineral rights, and they're worried their land will take a beating and they won't get much compensation. I think most of the rest of us think it's a good thing because it will create jobs and increase tax revenue.”
Parshall is a town of 1,027 (2005 estimate) that sits just inside the boundaries of the Fort Berthold Indian Reservation. About 55 percent of the population is American Indian. The 2000 census found the median household income at $24,500, with a little more than a fourth of the population living below the poverty line.
The city stands to make big money on the millions of gallons of water it's selling to the well drillers, and the furious oil activity is bound to ripple through the local economy in other ways. A cafe is expected to reopen soon, and maybe someone will respond to the note posted in a window of the Parshall Public Library: “Wanted: Someone to take my place as librarian . . . as soon as possible.”
Hours are 2 to 5 p.m., Tuesday and Saturday, if there's a librarian.
“I just hope our little town can benefit some from the oil,” said Felicia Jarski, 40. “I know our school is looking forward to its tax share.
“We're struggling out here. Tourism is down because the lake level (on nearby Lake Sakakawea) is down. We don't have a cafe right now. And there hasn't been any new business opening in years.”
Reluctant to talk
One surviving Main Street business is the combination bar and bowling alley, where Yogi Werlinger, 52, nursed a beer on a recent afternoon.
“People who are lucky enough to strike oil are reluctant to talk about it,” he said, and he offered his wife - playing a video game down the bar - as example.
“She just signed a contract for land she and her brother own,” he said.
At the mention of her possible good fortune, Diane Werlinger fled from the bar to the bowling alley, where she ducked into a women's restroom. “I don't want to talk to anybody,” she hollered before disappearing.
Back in the bar, Yogi hung his head. “I'm in trouble now,” he said.
Don Heinze, another bar patron, said that seismographers testing for oil “went right by my little piece of land and didn't say anything. But I checked, and we don't have oil rights. That crook at the bank has 'em.
“I have a good friend, though, and they're going to start drilling on his land. I hope they hit it. There's 15 in the family, and they need it.”
People in this sparsely populated region value individualism and privacy, “and families that suddenly get a lot of money - they don't want anybody to know it,” said Gale Rauschenberger, news editor at the Tioga (N.D.) Tribune. For 30 years, he has watched the ups and downs of oil development in northwestern North Dakota.
For some people who scored big in earlier booms, “it had a catastrophic effect on family life and their social life,” he said. “You had children fighting over the money. And it ticked some people off that wealth doesn't always come to those who deserve it.”
One early beneficiary of oil money flaunted the wealth, lighting cigars in the bars with $20 bills, Rauschenberger said. “I think people here would tell the people in Mountrail County, ‘Don't go down that road. Don't let money play too large a role in your lives.' They learned the hard way, and they took a lot of lumps.”
Depression origins
Herb Geving lives alone in an epic 11,000-square-foot house that he and a brother started building 30 years ago on the family home place just northwest of Parshall.
The brother died years ago, and Geving pushed on as money would allow, finishing a bathroom here, a rock wall or lavishly carved headboard there.
“I'm very patient,” he said. “But it will be finished now by spring.”
The three-story house catches the traveler's eye both with its size and with its wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling glass front, shimmering in the setting sun. Inside, the several dens and gaming rooms, formal dining areas and four or five bedrooms are rich with burnished cedar, fine leather and cut stone, the decor ranging from business elegant to playboy to rangeland garish.
“This is the humidifier in the winter,” Geving said, pointing out a rock-lined waterfall cascading from second floor and a stream bed that courses through the main floor. Gold fixtures adorn a rock grotto shower, and the master bedroom features a round, red velvet bed and - to come - a sunken bath. Spiral staircases lead to the unfinished third floor, where Geving - divorced father of five - plans a wraparound bed facing southern sunsets and, on the north, a bunkhouse and playroom for grandchildren.
“This will be another washer-dryer room,” he said, opening a side door.
Another?
“There will be three washer-dryers,” he said, “so you don't have to carry dirty clothes very far. It's a bachelor place, you know.”
But it doesn't have to be. “I wouldn't mind being married again,” he said, eyes twinkling.
The man is 74, but you can see him - the pride, the optimism, the determined energy - in a photo of the boy who stands with a younger brother outside the simple frame house their grandfather built on this land nearly a century ago.
Geving is 3 or 4 in the Depression-era picture, standing with his brother on a weathered stoop missing several boards. Other old photos cover a wall: pictures of lean men and sunburnt women clutching tools or reins or children.
“It was just prairie out there,” Geving said. “We didn't have a lot, but I could do whatever I wanted and it would turn out. We had fun running milk from the dairy up to the house. It was a fun, fun life.”
He said his mother was kind and beautiful - he reached for his parent's wedding picture to prove it - and his father was hardworking and gentle. “My dad never laid a hand on me or any of the kids,” he said.
His father died when Herb was 16, the worst day he can remember. The family continued to ranch and farm, acquiring more land and branching into other pursuits, including horses, garbage and politics; Geving was elected to one term in the state Senate in the 1960s and made an angry, quixotic run for governor in 1976, winning about a fifth of the vote in the Republican primary.
He ran angry because he was almost broken three years earlier by a foreclosure brought by the Production Credit Association in Minot. He lost 800 cattle and several thousand acres.
“I was almost a millionaire. Now I'm in debt,” he said in a candidate profile that appeared in The Forum of Fargo-Moorhead on April 18, 1976. “I didn't do anything wrong to deserve that.
“I feel I'm fighting for every person in North Dakota. What would happen if they start pulling the rug out from these young farmers if they have one bad year?”
The herd of show-quality quarter horses that once numbered more than 100 is down to just a few now, and the garbage-hauling and landfill business Geving started 50 years ago was shut down “almost the day they said they wanted to put an oil well there.”
Otherwise, “the oil money will change my life very little,” he said. “People joke a little, asking me for lunch or a loan, and they call me J.R. now,” as in J.R. Ewing of “Dallas” fame.
“I'll see the family is taken care of. There will be gifts for the kids. I want to build a house for my foreman.
“People ask if I'm going to travel around the world. I say no, I've done that and I didn't like it. But I did tell my family we fly first class from now on.”
Reach Herald reporter Chuck Haga at (701) 780-1102; (800) 477-6572, ext. 102; or chaga@gfherald.com">chaga@gfherald.com.
BOOM TIMES: A part in the play
By Chuck Haga, Herald Staff WriterPublished Sunday, November 04, 2007
PARSHALL, N.D. - Like an old woodsman gazing into a well-built campfire, Herb Geving stared into the steady, whooshing flame illuminating what once was pasture for his horses and playground for coyotes.
“Just look at it,” he said softly, lifting the broad brim of his cowboy hat to fully appreciate the intense red-orange flare licking high into the western Dakota night.
“They say the higher it flames, the more she'll produce,” he said. “Just look at 'er go!”
Herb Geving, a retired rancher and garbage hauler will become one of the state's newest millionaires by next fall from oil revenue on his Mountrail County ranch. Herald photo by Eric Hylden.
A nearly full moon rose in the southeast and joined the stars vainly trying to compete with the natural gas flaring from Geving's new oil well, one of three he has an interest in, one of many now lighting the rangeland from Parshall northwest toward Stanley, one of perhaps hundreds to come in this new and rapidly developing oilfield.
“I love to come out here and watch it, to be a part of it,” Geving said, adjusting the hat again, surveying the broad land and sky and the singular flames, his and the others that stretch to the horizon like landing lights for an isolated and seemingly endless runway.
“A millionaire by next fall,” he said.
It's about as much as he will say about the windfall that will come to him, a retired rancher and garbage hauler who held onto the mineral rights on much of his land: holding and waiting until prices rose and the oil people found new ways to extract the riches below, making development profitable.
A neighbor whose well came in earlier received a check for $570,000, his share after four months of production, Geving said. As many as 30 wells are producing or soon will be in this new play area, “and they're talking about putting in between 500 and 700,” he said.
“Going to be a lot of millionaires.”
Seeing the potential
People in the region “are just starting to see the potential” in this new oil play, said Gary Petersen, president of Lakeside State Bank in New Town, 16 miles west of Parshall.
“Overall, people are optimistic about what's happening,” he said. “I haven't seen a big oil check come through my bank yet, and folks aren't running down the street giddy. That's not the nature of people here. But there sure has been a lot of leasing activity and lots of reports of successful wells.
“The hope is that the extra activity will help supplement incomes and allow people to improve their lifestyles a little.”
Geving's ranch and others just northwest of Parshall are ground zero in a boom area that's drawing high-quality sweet crude oil from the Bakken Formation, a sprawling underground deposit that extends from western North Dakota into eastern Montana and Canada.
Seismographers tested the area, including Geving's land, in the early 1970s.
“There was three guys come in here with a helicopter, and there was a lot of seismographing,” he said. Nothing came of that search then, “but I told my family we were going to have oil. I knew it was there. Now I can say, ‘I told you so.'"
Tim and Felicia Jarski, who work at the Reservation Telephone Cooperative in Parshall, said that people who hold no mineral rights in the strike area may envy those who hit it rich, but they don't resent them.
“It'll change life for a few people,” said Tim Jarski, 48. “There are some landowners who don't have mineral rights, and they're worried their land will take a beating and they won't get much compensation. I think most of the rest of us think it's a good thing because it will create jobs and increase tax revenue.”
Parshall is a town of 1,027 (2005 estimate) that sits just inside the boundaries of the Fort Berthold Indian Reservation. About 55 percent of the population is American Indian. The 2000 census found the median household income at $24,500, with a little more than a fourth of the population living below the poverty line.
The city stands to make big money on the millions of gallons of water it's selling to the well drillers, and the furious oil activity is bound to ripple through the local economy in other ways. A cafe is expected to reopen soon, and maybe someone will respond to the note posted in a window of the Parshall Public Library: “Wanted: Someone to take my place as librarian . . . as soon as possible.”
Hours are 2 to 5 p.m., Tuesday and Saturday, if there's a librarian.
“I just hope our little town can benefit some from the oil,” said Felicia Jarski, 40. “I know our school is looking forward to its tax share.
“We're struggling out here. Tourism is down because the lake level (on nearby Lake Sakakawea) is down. We don't have a cafe right now. And there hasn't been any new business opening in years.”
Reluctant to talk
One surviving Main Street business is the combination bar and bowling alley, where Yogi Werlinger, 52, nursed a beer on a recent afternoon.
“People who are lucky enough to strike oil are reluctant to talk about it,” he said, and he offered his wife - playing a video game down the bar - as example.
“She just signed a contract for land she and her brother own,” he said.
At the mention of her possible good fortune, Diane Werlinger fled from the bar to the bowling alley, where she ducked into a women's restroom. “I don't want to talk to anybody,” she hollered before disappearing.
Back in the bar, Yogi hung his head. “I'm in trouble now,” he said.
Don Heinze, another bar patron, said that seismographers testing for oil “went right by my little piece of land and didn't say anything. But I checked, and we don't have oil rights. That crook at the bank has 'em.
“I have a good friend, though, and they're going to start drilling on his land. I hope they hit it. There's 15 in the family, and they need it.”
People in this sparsely populated region value individualism and privacy, “and families that suddenly get a lot of money - they don't want anybody to know it,” said Gale Rauschenberger, news editor at the Tioga (N.D.) Tribune. For 30 years, he has watched the ups and downs of oil development in northwestern North Dakota.
For some people who scored big in earlier booms, “it had a catastrophic effect on family life and their social life,” he said. “You had children fighting over the money. And it ticked some people off that wealth doesn't always come to those who deserve it.”
One early beneficiary of oil money flaunted the wealth, lighting cigars in the bars with $20 bills, Rauschenberger said. “I think people here would tell the people in Mountrail County, ‘Don't go down that road. Don't let money play too large a role in your lives.' They learned the hard way, and they took a lot of lumps.”
Depression origins
Herb Geving lives alone in an epic 11,000-square-foot house that he and a brother started building 30 years ago on the family home place just northwest of Parshall.
The brother died years ago, and Geving pushed on as money would allow, finishing a bathroom here, a rock wall or lavishly carved headboard there.
“I'm very patient,” he said. “But it will be finished now by spring.”
The three-story house catches the traveler's eye both with its size and with its wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling glass front, shimmering in the setting sun. Inside, the several dens and gaming rooms, formal dining areas and four or five bedrooms are rich with burnished cedar, fine leather and cut stone, the decor ranging from business elegant to playboy to rangeland garish.
“This is the humidifier in the winter,” Geving said, pointing out a rock-lined waterfall cascading from second floor and a stream bed that courses through the main floor. Gold fixtures adorn a rock grotto shower, and the master bedroom features a round, red velvet bed and - to come - a sunken bath. Spiral staircases lead to the unfinished third floor, where Geving - divorced father of five - plans a wraparound bed facing southern sunsets and, on the north, a bunkhouse and playroom for grandchildren.
“This will be another washer-dryer room,” he said, opening a side door.
Another?
“There will be three washer-dryers,” he said, “so you don't have to carry dirty clothes very far. It's a bachelor place, you know.”
But it doesn't have to be. “I wouldn't mind being married again,” he said, eyes twinkling.
The man is 74, but you can see him - the pride, the optimism, the determined energy - in a photo of the boy who stands with a younger brother outside the simple frame house their grandfather built on this land nearly a century ago.
Geving is 3 or 4 in the Depression-era picture, standing with his brother on a weathered stoop missing several boards. Other old photos cover a wall: pictures of lean men and sunburnt women clutching tools or reins or children.
“It was just prairie out there,” Geving said. “We didn't have a lot, but I could do whatever I wanted and it would turn out. We had fun running milk from the dairy up to the house. It was a fun, fun life.”
He said his mother was kind and beautiful - he reached for his parent's wedding picture to prove it - and his father was hardworking and gentle. “My dad never laid a hand on me or any of the kids,” he said.
His father died when Herb was 16, the worst day he can remember. The family continued to ranch and farm, acquiring more land and branching into other pursuits, including horses, garbage and politics; Geving was elected to one term in the state Senate in the 1960s and made an angry, quixotic run for governor in 1976, winning about a fifth of the vote in the Republican primary.
He ran angry because he was almost broken three years earlier by a foreclosure brought by the Production Credit Association in Minot. He lost 800 cattle and several thousand acres.
“I was almost a millionaire. Now I'm in debt,” he said in a candidate profile that appeared in The Forum of Fargo-Moorhead on April 18, 1976. “I didn't do anything wrong to deserve that.
“I feel I'm fighting for every person in North Dakota. What would happen if they start pulling the rug out from these young farmers if they have one bad year?”
The herd of show-quality quarter horses that once numbered more than 100 is down to just a few now, and the garbage-hauling and landfill business Geving started 50 years ago was shut down “almost the day they said they wanted to put an oil well there.”
Otherwise, “the oil money will change my life very little,” he said. “People joke a little, asking me for lunch or a loan, and they call me J.R. now,” as in J.R. Ewing of “Dallas” fame.
“I'll see the family is taken care of. There will be gifts for the kids. I want to build a house for my foreman.
“People ask if I'm going to travel around the world. I say no, I've done that and I didn't like it. But I did tell my family we fly first class from now on.”
Reach Herald reporter Chuck Haga at (701) 780-1102; (800) 477-6572, ext. 102; or chaga@gfherald.com">chaga@gfherald.com.
Friday, February 8, 2008
LIGHT FOR US!
Henry Morris, in his book, The Remarkable Record of Job, writes about the Laws of nature.
He says: "Throughout Job we also find a strong emphasis on the dependability of the laws and constants now controlling God's creation." p. 46
"The most fundamental form of energy is light. In fact, all the electro-magnetic force systems (all types of energy except gravity and the nuclear forces) are essentially different forms of light energy operating on different wave lengths. Even the nuclear forces involve the velocity of light. God's first Word, when He energized the created cosmos, was: "Let there be light!" (Genesis 1:3)
In speaking to Job, God uttered a profoundly modern scientific question when he asked, "Where is the way to the dwelling of light, and where is the place of darkness" Job 38:19 (ESV). ....Light is not to be located in a certain place or situation. Neither does is simply appear, or disappear, instantaneously. Light is traveling! ....though ususally traveling in waves, sometimes is seems to move as a stream of particles, but it is always moving.
God also asked: "Where is the way to the dwelling of light, and where is the place of darkness" Job 38:19 (ESV) When light stops traveling, there is darkness. Darkness is static, staying in place but light is dynamic, dwelling in a way. Bound up in these energies of light, the electromagnetic spectrum, and the relation between matter and energy are all the phenomena of the physical cosmos."
Henry Morris, in his book, The Remarkable Record of Job, writes about the Laws of nature.
He says: "Throughout Job we also find a strong emphasis on the dependability of the laws and constants now controlling God's creation." p. 46
"The most fundamental form of energy is light. In fact, all the electro-magnetic force systems (all types of energy except gravity and the nuclear forces) are essentially different forms of light energy operating on different wave lengths. Even the nuclear forces involve the velocity of light. God's first Word, when He energized the created cosmos, was: "Let there be light!" (Genesis 1:3)
In speaking to Job, God uttered a profoundly modern scientific question when he asked, "Where is the way to the dwelling of light, and where is the place of darkness" Job 38:19 (ESV). ....Light is not to be located in a certain place or situation. Neither does is simply appear, or disappear, instantaneously. Light is traveling! ....though ususally traveling in waves, sometimes is seems to move as a stream of particles, but it is always moving.
God also asked: "Where is the way to the dwelling of light, and where is the place of darkness" Job 38:19 (ESV) When light stops traveling, there is darkness. Darkness is static, staying in place but light is dynamic, dwelling in a way. Bound up in these energies of light, the electromagnetic spectrum, and the relation between matter and energy are all the phenomena of the physical cosmos."
Jesus said, I AM THE LIGHT OF WORLD! This is a living truth from God's Word. But using the thoughts that Morris has expressed, the reality of Jesus as light is expanded. Light is not static -- Jesus is not static, he is vibrant, alive, acting. Psalm 27:1. Light is not located in a certain place of situtation -- Jesus as God is omnipresent, everywhere. When light stops traveling, there is darkness. If we refuse to walk with Jesus, the only option left us is darkness. John 8:12 --Jesus spoke to them, saying, "I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will not walk in darkness, but will have the light of life."
The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? The Lord is the stronghold of my life; of whom shall I be afraid? Psalms 27:1 (ESV)
Arise, shine, for your light has come, and the glory of the Lord has risen upon you. Isaiah 60:1 (ESV)
Jesus spoke to them, saying, "I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will not walk in darkness, but will have the light of life." John 8:12(ESV)
But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship with one another, and the blood of Jesus his Son cleanses us from all sin. 1 John 1:7 (ESV)
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