In a world of hype, we may buy into the idea that through Jesus, we'll be healthier and wealthier as well as wiser. So what happens when we become ill, or depressed, or bankrupt? Did we do something wrong? Has God abandoned us?
As a child, Michael Horton would run up the down escalator, trying to beat it to the top. As Christians, he notes, we sometimes seek God the same way, believing we can climb to him under our own steam. But we can't, which is why we are blessed that Jesus descends to us, especially during times of trial.
In Too Good to Be True, Horton exposes the pop culture that sells Jesus like a product for health and happiness and reminds us that our lives often lead us on difficult routes we must follow by faith. This book offers a series of powerful readings that demonstrate how, through every type of earthly difficulty, our Father keeps his promises from Scripture and works all things together for our good.
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Too Good To Be True Copyright � 2006 by Michael Horton Requests for information should be addressed to: Zondervan, Grand Rapids, Michigan 49530 Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Horton, Michael Scott. Too good to be true : finding hope in a world of hype / Michael Horton. p. cm. Includes bibliographical references. ISBN-10: 0-310-26745-5 ISBN-13: 978-0-310-26745-4 1. Suffering - Religious aspects - Christianity. 2. Consolation. 3. Hope - Religious aspects - Christianity. 4. Jesus Christ - Crucifixion. 5. Jesus Christ - Resurrection. I. Title. BV4909.H67 2006 248.8'6 - dc22 2005031943 This edition printed on acid-free paper. All Scripture quotations, unless otherwise indicated, are taken from The Holy Bible, English Standard Version. Copyright � 2000; 2001 by Crossway Bibles, a division of Good News Publishers. Used by permission. All rights reserved. Scripture quotations marked NIV are taken from the Holy Bible: New International Version�. NIV�. Copyright � 1973, 1978, 1984 by International Bible Society. Used by permission of Zondervan. All rights reserved. Scripture quotations marked NKJV are taken from The New King James Bible Version. Copyright � 1979, 1980, 1982, Thomas Nelson, Inc. Scripture quotations marked NRSV are taken from New Revised Standard Version of the Bible, copyright � 1989 by the Division of Christian Education of the National Council of Churches of Christ in the United States of America, and are used by permission. All rights reserved. Scripture quotations marked TNIV are taken from the Holy Bible, Today's New International Version�. TNIV�. Copyright � 2001, 2005 by International Bible Society. Used by permission of Zondervan. All rights reserved. Scripture quotations marked NASB are taken from the New American Standard Bible, � Copyright 1960, 1962, 1963, 1968, 1971, 1972, 1973, 1975, 1977, 1995 by The Lockman Foundation. Used by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means - electronic, mechanical, photocopy, recording, or any other - except for brief quotations in printed reviews, without the prior permission of the publisher. Interior design by Michelle Espinoza Printed in the United States of America 06 07 08 09 10 11 12 - 18 17 16 15 14 13 12 11 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 I felt as if I were a willful teenager again, with my father shaking me by the shoulders to bring me to my senses. Only now, he could not grab me. He could not even speak to me, although he desperately mumbled strange sounds. All that was left of the man were his eyes, pounding against my heart with their steely gray intensity. As everyone who knew him even casually could attest, my father had eyes that laughed before the rest of his face could catch up. Some of us, especially his children, knew that, on those rare occasions when his temper flared, it happened first in his eyes. With a mere glance, he could nip horseplay in the bud at the dinner table. Now those eyes were almost always reporting an emotion we had never seen in our dad. The one for whom the glass was always half full, who always landed on his feet in every circumstance, was more terrified of waking than of dying. Have you ever seen someone wail without actually being able to articulate a cry, his heaving chest and terrified visage giving the secret away? Larger than life since my childhood, this great man was now as helpless as an infant and more pitiful than any life I had ever known, his gaunt flesh wasting and yellowing with every passing week. At the age of seventy-eight, James Horton had been diagnosed with a benign brain tumor that required immediate surgery. At first, a s