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The Impact of Changing Language on the Unchanging Word of God

In Bible by Biblica StaffLeave a Comment

Language changes. No one disputes the fact that words like “alien” and “thong” have come to have different meanings than they did thirty years ago. What impact does that have on the Bible as the inerrant, unchanging Word of God? It’s hardly a new problem. When the King James version was translated in 1611, contemporary language of the day contained words like jangling, subtil, holpen, and vaunteth. Real oxen and goats were described in Scripture as unicorns and satryrs, words …

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Is it Possible to Read Your Bible for the Wrong Reasons?

In Bible, Op-Eds by Karen Scalf BouchardLeave a Comment

If you do the right thing for the wrong reasons, it’s still good, right? Like eating broccoli. If I started eating broccoli every day simply to annoy a controlling neighbor who told me I must never eat broccoli again, wouldn’t my body still benefit? Wouldn’t the folate and vitamins K and C do their jobs, even if my reasons for eating the cruciferous veggie happened to be spite rather than health? In other words, isn’t doing a good thing for …

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Examining the Lord’s Prayer: Does Prayer Make a Difference

In Bible by Hans CombrinkLeave a Comment

Most of us have had a glimpse of the dark side of life: illness, broken relationships, the death of a loved one, or material loss. And when we turn to God in prayer, we are often met with further disappointment and grief as a result of—as yet—unanswered prayer. Still, we know that we must continue in prayer, “[F]or our struggle is not against flesh and blood, but against the rulers, against the authorities, against the powers of this dark world and against the spiritual forces of evil in the heavenly realms”(Eph 6:12).

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Thin Mints and Cornfields and Knives, Oh My!

In Bible, Op-Eds by Karen Scalf BouchardLeave a Comment

Around seven in the evening, the doorbell rang. I grabbed a butcher knife from a kitchen drawer and hurried to the front door. Someone rang the doorbell a second time. I slid the knife behind my back, took a deep breath and reached for the knob, my hand shaking. I’d been married a whole month and had just moved with my new husband from a very populated city in Southern California to a house surrounded by cornfields in Indiana. That …