For a long time, if asked what my favorite verse was, I would have told you that it was John 3:16. The tried and true, oft' used, much quoted 3:16. I guess what attracted me to the verse was the promise; the promise of love, forgiveness, acceptance, salvation. It should have stayed my favourite verse, being such a noble verse of such great qualities. As I grew, waxed and waned in my faith, it was replaced as my favourite verse. Maybe because of the interdenominational rejection I witnessed along with the constant bickering. My new favourite verse became Ephesians 4:5. It held promise that all God's people were the people of God. That there was one God, if you worshiped differently you were still worshiping Him. I often look it up. One day, by chance or otherwise, I said--aloud I think--Ephesians 4:2 rather than 4:5. I don't know why, silly error. Then, on the spot/spur of the moment, I decided to look it up. It spoke to me at the time, and I wish I could capture the essence of what it said. But, it seems it was meant for the moment perhaps.
P.S. Likewise, Hebrews 13 was a resent reading that kicked me in the pants and got my attention--so much there; but, that for another post.
