When I'm in a good Bible-reading phase I make a habit of reading daily from both Old and New Testament. The Psalms and Isaiah are my go-to OT stops, and I lean heavily on John in the NT. I kind of can't get enough of John.
Last week I started feeling guilty for my neglect of the other OT authors. Specifically, I felt guilty about Luke. Poor Luke, I thought. I can't even remember the last sermon I heard preached out of Luke. Maybe it's because he was a doctor, and with his doctor's brain wrote just the facts, facts, facts. He's kind of dry, poor neglected Luke.
I'm sure he would be relieved to know that right then and there, I made a commitment to read his book straight through.
This week, I'll be telling you (lucky you!) all about it.