Welcome, October

 “The skies they were ashen and sober;        The leaves they were crispĂ©d and sere—        The leaves they were withering and sere;  It was night in the lonesome October        Of my most immemorial year;  It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,        In the misty mid region of Weir—  It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,        In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.” (First stanza of “Ulalume” by Edgar Allen Poe)

ponder

Is the Bible a collection of interpretive difficulties to be solved;
or,
Is the Bible Divine speech to be recieved?

In other words, how much does "It's your/my opinion" weigh against "It is written" and "It is finished?"

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"Imagine, for a moment, that you woke up one morning to find the front door of your house wide open, the brisk morning air blowing into the room. Your first thought, of course, is for your family. You race upstairs and throw open the door of your son's room. He is lying peacefully asleep. Breathing a prayer of thanks you cross the hall, opening the door to your daughter's room. Her blankets are in a heap beside the bed, her nightlight on, but she is nowhere to be seen. Frantically you search the house, calling for her, begging her to answer you. But she is gone."

Read more on "Confidence in the Bible" here.

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