During a recent writing session, a friend asked me how I have been able to write over 2000 blog posts. After a pausing a moment, the hardest part is making sure you don’t repeat yourself. Coming up with new content is an imperfect process, trial and error filled with as many failures as success. Some of my personal favorites end up bombing with little views with mediocre posts often receiving surprising interest. Yet, some never make the final cut, deleted, erased or put on hold until the timing is right.
Now there are also many other things that Jesus did. Were every one of them to be written, I suppose that the world itself could not contain the books that would be written, John 21:25.
During a seminary class on the New Testament, I discovered the 66 books of the Bible had a similar process. The Council of Jamnia was held in Yavneh sometime around 90 AD to canonize the 39 books of the modern Old Testament. Some of Solomon’s Proverbs and the Book of Wisdom were excluded from this list. Meanwhile, the council of Nicaea met in 325 to complete the same process for first century epistles inspired by Jesus for the New Testament. Two letters written by the apostle Paul to Corinth were left off, not deemed to be inspired by the Holy Spirit.
All Scripture is breathed out by God and profitable for teaching, for reproof, for correction, and for training in righteousness, 2 Timothy 3:16.
Thus, when you read the letters to the Corinthians, you only have half the story. On one occasion, the apostle Paul received disturbing news about the spiritual regression of new Christians living in Corinth. Paul was so upset that a spirit of angry filled one of this excluded letters. Perhaps, after proof reading his words, Paul was consumed with guilt, deciding not to send this it with a messenger. This story serves as a teachable moment to think before you speak, reflect before you hit send or exercise self-discipline when your frustrated. While every writer strives for perfection, imperfect people do their best to share what God puts on their hearts.
by Jay Mankus