The Message New Testament-MS
The Message New Testament lets today's contemporary readers dive into the Scripture. Eugene H. Peterson has presented God's Word in the everyday language it was first written in.\ Trim size: 4 3/16 x 6 7/8
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THE NEW TESTAMENT LIKE YOU’VE NEVER READ IT BEFORE. It is commonly assumed that a book dealing with a holy God should sound elevated, stately, and ceremonial. If this is how you’ve always viewed the New Testament, you’re about to make a surprising discovery. One of the most striking features of the New Testament is that it was written in the street language of the day––the idiom of the playground and marketplace, not the formal, lofty language of government decrees and historical documents. Written in the rhythms and idiom of contemporary language––the way you’d talk with friends, write a letter, or discuss politics–– The Message brings out the expressive, earthy flavor of the New Testament. Which means that, whether you’ve been reading the Bible for years or are exploring it for the first time, The Message will startle and surprise you. And it will allow you to experience firsthand the same power and directness that motivated its original readers to change the course of history many centuries ago.
The Message New Testament-MS\ \ By Eugene H. Peterson \ Navpress Publishing Group\ Copyright © 2003 Eugene H. Peterson\ All right reserved. \ ISBN: 1576834301 \ \ \ \ Chapter One\ Psalms\ 1\ How well God must like you- you don't hang out at Sin Saloon, you don't slink along Dead-End Road, you don't go to Smart-Mouth College.\ Instead you thrill to God's Word, you chew on Scripture day and night. You're a tree replanted in Eden, bearing fresh fruit every month, Never dropping a leaf, always in blossom.\ You're not at all like the wicked, who are mere windblown dust- Without defense in court, unfit company for innocent people.\ God charts the road you take. The road they take is Skid Row.\ 2\ Why the big noise, nations? Why the mean plots, peoples? Earth-leaders push for position, Demagogues and delegates meet for summit talks, The God-deniers, the Messiah-defiers: "Let's get free of God!\ Cast loose from Messiah!" Heaven-throned God breaks out laughing. At first he's amused at their presumption; Then he gets good and angry. Furiously, he shuts them up: "Don't you know there's a King in Zion? A coronation banquet Is spread for him on the holy summit."\ Let me tell you what God said next. He said, "You're my son, And today is your birthday. What do you want? Name it: Nations as a present? continents as a prize? You can command them all to dance for you, Or throw them out with tomorrow's trash."\ So, rebel-kings, use your heads; Upstart-judges, learn your lesson: Worship God in adoring embrace, Celebrate in trembling awe. Kiss Messiah! Your very lives are in danger, you know; His anger is about to explode, But if you make a run for God-you won't regret it!\ 3\ A David psalm, when he escaped for his life from Absalom, his son.\ God! Look! Enemies past counting! Enemies sprouting like mushrooms, Mobs of them all around me, roaring their mockery: "Hah! No help for him from God!"\ But you, God, shield me on all sides; You ground my feet, you lift my head high; With all my might I shout up to God, His answers thunder from the holy mountain.\ I stretch myself out. I sleep. Then I'm up again-rested, tall and steady, Fearless before the enemy mobs Coming at me from all sides.\ Up, God! My God, help me! Slap their faces, First this cheek, then the other, Your fist hard in their teeth!\ Real help comes from God. Your blessing clothes your people!\ 4\ A David psalm\ When I call, give me answers. God, take my side! Once, in a tight place, you gave me room; Now I'm in trouble again: grace me! hear me!\ You rabble-how long do I put up with your scorn? How long will you lust after lies? How long will you live crazed by illusion?\ Look at this: look Who got picked by God! He listens the split second I call to him.\ Complain if you must, but don't lash out. Keep your mouth shut, and let your heart do the talking. Build your case before God and wait for his verdict.\ Why is everyone hungry for more? "More, more," they say. "More, more." I have God's more-than-enough, More joy in one ordinary day\ Than they get in all their shopping sprees. At day's end I'm ready for sound sleep, For you, God, have put my life back together.\ 5\ A David psalm\ Listen, God! Please, pay attention! Can you make sense of these ramblings, my groans and cries? King-God, I need your help. Every morning you'll hear me at it again. Every morning I lay out the pieces of my life on your altar and watch for fire to descend.\ You don't socialize with Wicked, or invite Evil over as your houseguest. Hot-Air-Boaster collapses in front of you; you shake your head over Mischief-Maker. God destroys Lie-Speaker; Blood-Thirsty and Truth-Bender disgust you.\ And here I am, your invited guest- it's incredible! I enter your house; here I am, prostrate in your inner sanctum, Waiting for directions to get me safely through enemy lines.\ Every word they speak is a land mine; their lungs breathe out poison gas. Their throats are gaping graves, their tongues slick as mud slides. Pile on the guilt, God! Let their so-called wisdom wreck them. Kick them out! They've had their chance.\ But you'll welcome us with open arms when we run for cover to you. Let the party last all night! Stand guard over our celebration. You are famous, God, for welcoming God-seekers, for decking us out in delight.\ \ \ Continues... \ \ \ \ Excerpted from The Message New Testament-MS by Eugene H. Peterson Copyright © 2003 by Eugene H. Peterson. Excerpted by permission.\ All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.\ Excerpts are provided by Dial-A-Book Inc. solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site. \ \
