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About the Book
"The Laws of the Harvest" by John Avanzini explores the principles of sowing and reaping in the context of achieving financial abundance and success. The book emphasizes the importance of giving generously, investing wisely, and trusting in God's provision to reap a bountiful harvest in all areas of life. Avanzini's practical and spiritual insights offer a blueprint for attracting prosperity and abundance through the principles of planting and harvesting.
Lee Strobel
Lee Strobel (Lee Patrick Strobel) is a former American investigative journalist and a Christian Author who has written several books, including four which received ECPA (Evangelical Christian Publishers Association) Christian Book Awards (1994, 1999, 2001, 2005) and a series which addresses challenges to the veracity of Christianity. He is a former host of the television program called Faith Under Fire on PAX TV and he runs a video apologetic web site.
Lee Strobel Age
He was born on January 25, 1952 in Arlington Heights, Illinois, U.S.
Lee Strobel Family | Chicago Tribune
Less information has been revealed about his father, mother and siblings if he has any. He attended the University of Missouri where he received a Journalism degree. He later earned his Masters of Studies in Law degree from Yale Law School. He became a journalist for the Chicago Tribune and other newspapers for 14 years. The UPI Illinois Editors Association newspaper award program gave him a first place for public service (the Len H. Small Memorial award) for his coverage of the Pinto crash trial of Ford Motor in Winamac, Indiana in 1980. Later, he became the assistant managing editor of the Daily Herald, before leaving journalism in 1987.
Lee Strobel Wife | Daughter
He married Leslie Strobel and they are blessed with two children; a son called Kyle who is an an Assistant Professor of Spiritual Theology and Formation at the Talbot School of Theology and a daughter called Alison who is a novelist.
Lee Strobel Church
He was an atheist when he began investigating the Biblical claims about Christ after his wifeâs conversion. Prompted by the results of his investigation, he became a Christian on November 8, 1981. He was a teaching pastor of Willow Creek Community Church in South Barrington, Illinois, from 1987 to 2000, before shifting his focus to writing and producing his TV show, Faith Under Fire. He later was awarded an honorary doctoral degree by Southern Evangelical Seminary in recognition of his contributions to Christian apologetics in 2007.
Lee Strobel Books
He has written several books just to list a few.
1998 â The Case for Christ: A Journalistâs Personal Investigation of the Evidence for Jesus
2000 â The Case for Faith: A Journalist Investigates the Toughest Objections to Christianity
2004 â The Case for a Creator
2005 â The Case for Christmas: A Journalist Investigates the Identity of the Child in the Manger
2007 â The Case for the Real Jesus
2013 â The Case for Grace: A Journalist Explores the Evidence of Transformed Lives
2014 â The Case for Christianity Answer Book
2015 â The Case for Hope: Looking Ahead with Courage and Confidence
2018 â The Case for Miracles: A Journalist Investigates Evidence for the Supernatural
Lee Strobel Net Worth
From his work as a former investigative journalist and from his work as a Christian apologetic author, he has gained a great fortune. Besides that, he lives with his wife in his home that he bought. He has an estimated net worth of $8 million.
Lee Strobel Movie
His movies include;
2004 â Jesus: Fact or Fiction.
2007 â Jesus: The Great Debate.
2017 â The Case for Christ
Lee Strobel The Case For Christ
The Case For Christ is one of the books that Lee has written. This book summarizes Leeâs interviews with thirteen evangelical Christian scholarsâCraig Blomberg, Bruce Metzger, Edwin Yamauchi, John McRay, Gregory Boyd, Ben Witherington III, Gary Collins, D. A. Carson, Louis Lapides, Alexander Metherell, William Lane Craig, Gary Habermas, and J. P. Morelandâin which they defend their views regarding the historical reliability of the New Testament. His personal encounters with these scholars and their beliefs led to the 2017 film of the same name.
Lee Strobel The Case For Miracles
The Case for Miracles: A Journalist Investigates Evidence for the Supernatural is one of the books that he has written. This book starts with an unlikely interview in which Americaâs foremost skeptic builds a seemingly persuasive case against the miraculous. But then Strobel travels the country to quiz scholars to see whether they can offer solid answers to atheist objections. Along the way, he encounters astounding accounts of healings and other phenomena that simply cannot be explained away by naturalistic causes. The book features the results of exclusive new scientific polling that shows miracle accounts are much more common than people think.
Lee Strobel Testimony
This is a summary of the detailed transcript of his testimony;
For most of my life I was an atheist. I thought the idea of an all-loving, all-powerful creator of the universeâI thought it was stupid. I mean, my background is in journalism and law. I tend to be a skeptical person. I was the legal editor of the Chicago Tribune. So I needed evidence before Iâd believe anything.
One day my wife came up to meâsheâd been agnosticâand she said after a period of spiritual investigation she had decided to become a follower of Jesus Christ. And I thought, you know, this is the worst possible news I could get. I thought she was going to turn into some sexually repressed prude who was going to spend all her time serving the poor in skid row somewhere. I thought this was the end of our marriage.
But in the ensuing months, I saw positive changes in her values, in her character, in the way she related to me and the children. It was winsome; and it was attractive; and it made me want to check things out. So I went to church one day, ah, mainly to see if I could get her out of this cult that she had gotten involved in.
But I heard the message of Jesus articulated for the first time in a way that I could understand it. That forgiveness is a free gift, and that Jesus Christ died for our sins, that we might spend eternity with Him. And I walked out sayingâI was still an atheistâbut also saying, âIf this is true, this has huge implications for my life.â And so I used my journalism training and legal training to begin an investigation into whether there was any credibility to Christianity or to any other world faith system for that matter.
Lee Strobel The Case For Easter
The Case for Easter: A Journalist Investigates the Evidence for the Resurrection is one of his books that answers the following questions. Did Jesus of Nazareth really rise from the dead?Of the many world religions, only one claims that its founder returned from the grave. The resurrection of Jesus Christ is the very cornerstone of Christianity. But a dead man coming back to life? In our sophisticated age, when myth has given way to science, who can take such a claim seriously? Some argue that Jesus never died on the cross. Conflicting accounts make the empty tomb seem suspect. And post-crucifixion sightings of Jesus have been explained in psychological terms.How credible is the evidence forâand againstâthe resurrection? and many others.
Lee Strobel Quotes
âOnly in a world where faith is difficult can faith exist.â
âIf your friend is sick and dying, the most important thing he wants is not an explanation; he wants you to sit with him. Heâs terrified of being alone more than anything else. So, God has not left us alone.â
âFaith is only as good as the one in whom itâs invested.â
âTo be honest, I didnât want to believe that Christianity could radically transform someoneâs character and values. It was much easier to raise doubts and manufacture outrageous objections that to consider the possibility that God actually could trigger a revolutionary turn-around in such a depraved and degenerate life.â
âAbruptly, Templeton cut short his thoughts. There was a brief pause, almost as if he was uncertain whether he should continue.
âUh ⌠but ⌠no,â he said slowly, âheâs the most âŚâ He stopped, then started again. âIn my view,â he declared, âhe is the most important human being who ever existed.â
Thatâs when Templeton uttered the words I neer expected to hear from him. â And if I may put it this way,â he said in a voice that began to crack, âI ⌠miss ⌠him!â
With that tears flooded his eyes. He turned his head and looked downward, raising his left hand to shield his face from me. His shoulders bobbed as he wept.â
Lee Strobel Website
His website is leestrobel.com
was my life better back then
Our family serves in the Himalayan mountains, with the desire to see the church spread and flourish far into the unengaged villages confettied on these snowy peaks. The people here, as you might imagine, have a grit that I havenât inherited from my suburban childhood. Wrinkled shepherds lead their goats to menacing heights with learned ease. If you peek inside a brightly painted cement home, you might see a woman browning onions over a fire, her daughter wringing out clothes, and her toddler sleeping to the buzz of cartoons. Iâve always dreamed of this sort of a place. As a middle-schooler, I read Jesus Freaks  aloud to the kids at my art table, and when playing Would You Rather  on the topic of death, I would argue that martyrdom is the best way to go out. If I could have seen the place where I would raise my children, I would have thought all of my dreams had come true. What I didnât expect was that life here would feel like a meat-tenderizer to the heart. I didnât see the grief coming in like a tidal wave. Iâm learning a language that puts me in situations where Iâm exposed and embarrassed. We are always the ones asking questions and bending our preferences to better serve those around us. Homeschooling five kids and cooking food from scratch doesnât make me feel like Wonder Woman, but just very, very tired. How was I to know how sharp the sting of this calling would be, the pain of dying daily? I have formed a bad habit when Iâm hurting. When too many guests come for chai and my character is as robust as the brown apple core in my toddlerâs sticky grip, I exit mentally. I cherry-pick a golden memory and think how those were the days . Imagined Land of Yesteryear The past is a commonplace to run for escape. Isnât the entire world wishing for life to go back to normal, before COVID reared its ugly head? How often do we pine after the freedoms of life before kids, only to ache for that noisy house a decade later? Donât we wish relationships could morph back to what they had been before the argument? If only time could rewind the consuming cancer, the regretted affair, and the old age from surprising us. When the call to live in the present feels like cruelty, dealt out by Godâs own hand, we can drown in self-pity and enter an ugly world. A world based on our memories of the past, but altered. Everything was right back then. Such good old days are often talked about in passing, and most people agree how much better it would be if only we could return. We donât realize the damage at stake in allowing our brains and hearts to live in this imagined land of yesteryear. âWe donât realize the damage at stake in allowing our brains and hearts to live in this imagined land of yesteryear.â The worst part in exchanging the present for the past is that we can make ourselves gods. We become interpreters of whatâs good and whatâs not. We donât lean on the Lordâs providence, but think we know what we need. We remember ourselves ten pounds thinner and everyone a lot happier than they truly were. We are most deceived about ourselves, the memories usually a highlight reel of us at our prime. Running Somewhere Maybe you arenât tempted to live in the past like me. But Luke 15 makes a good case that all of us are running somewhere when the present feels difficult to swallow. Here are two sons discontent at home. When life isnât what they want, the younger son runs to another country to feed his appetite for pleasure (Luke 15:11â13). Meanwhile, the older brother stays physically near his dad, but his heart is far from home (Luke 15:28â32). Where are we running when life is not what we want it to be? Perhaps we seek success, to create a comfortable home, or to be thought well of in our workplace and church. If we seek escape in these places, as I have in memories of the past, we wonât like where we end up. Life away from the Father is empty. Like a popped balloon, joy whooshes out and we are left limp, deflated. The sonsâ attempts of finding life elsewhere leave them homeless and toiling like slaves (Luke 15:14â16, 29). Even if we have a lifetime of sermons in our head, do we live what we claim to know? If we did, how could we ever run from someone so ready to love us, who waits with unparalleled patience and pursues us wherever we are, however painful the present moment? God wants us home with him. So much so that he left perfection for a world writhing in pain. He took on the violence of hell so that his children wouldnât have to. Home Among the Thistles Maybe we are at a crossroads. Perhaps, like myself, your shoes are well-traveled. Youâve also formed bad habits in order to escape the places where life hurts the most. Youâve called God names and arenât certain you can live with the one who ordained lifeâs present pain. Look again at Luke 15 and dare to believe this is your story, too. The house is alive with music, and the table is set. You smell meat roasting in herbs and touch the silk of the slippers placed on your feet. See your Father run to embrace you. Hear his laughter that fills your heart with a happiness you were born to enjoy. âWe can make our home among the thistles because God promises to be there too.â Or hear the fatherâs words to his older child: âSon, you are always with me, and all that is mine is yoursâ (Luke 15:31). These words are for us, right now. Do we believe it? If so, we can make our home among the thistles because he promises to be there too. He will never, ever leave us. And because we have his promised nearness, all that is his is now laid before us as a feast. Every spiritual blessing is at our fingertips when we live at home in our Father (Ephesians 1:3). Especially  when our circumstances are January gray, heâs waiting for us to see the rainbow of his love. Black-Edged Envelopes Charles Spurgeon once testified, The worst days I have ever had have turned out to be my best days, and when God has seemed most cruel to me, he has then been most kind. If there is anything in this world for which I would bless him more than for anything else, it is for pain and affliction. I am sure that in these things the richest, tenderest love has been manifested to me. Our Fatherâs wagons rumble most heavily when they are bringing us the richest freight of the bullion of his grace. Love letters from heaven are often sent in black-edged envelopes. The cloud that is black with horror is big with mercy. . . . Fear not the storm, it brings healing in its wings, and when Jesus is with you in the vessel the tempest only hastens the ship to its desired haven. I am receiving more black-edged envelopes right now than I would care for. Dying daily has been less like Perpetua facing the beasts, and more like getting out of bed every morning to face the responsibilities of a calling that requires an unsavory dose of humility. This painful present, this everyday death is unnoticed by most, and as with the objects in a room when the lights are off, I canât seem to find the outline of my old identity. And yet, the storm of today will not end in shipwreck. Iâm not at the random mercy of the winds. The current rolling of thunder and high waves only assist me in getting home safe and sound. The presence of my Father and his continual invitation has repeatedly snapped me back from the past, allowing me to see the wonders in front of my face, like my children, the food on my plate, and the way the goats follow the voice of their shepherd down the valley with the sun dripping into the horizon.