I was thinking about the number 3.
Gideon’s army was whittled down to 300.
Moses had those who worshipped the golden calf killed, 3,000 died.
King Saul took 3,000 men to hunt for David.
Job had 3,000 camels.
King Solomon wrote 3,000 proverbs.
Samson pulled the pillars down and killed 3000 Philistines.
Peter and the apostles baptized 3000 on the day of Pentecost.
Jesus had 3 disciples who were especially close: Peter, James and John.
Elijah prayed 3 times for rain.
Jesus prayed 3 times for the cup to pass.
There were 3 on the Mount of Transfiguration: Jesus, Moses and Elijah.
In the parable of the good Samaritan, 3 passed by, one stopped to help.
Jesus was 30 when he launched his ministry.
He was 33 when he died.
Jesus showed the 3 holes to his apostles, his hands and his side.
Peter denied Jesus 3 times.
There were 3 crosses on Golgotha that day.
Jesus was in the tomb 3 days.
God is 1 but 3: Father, Son, and Spirit.
My parents had 3 sons.
My first date had her mother tag along.
It took me 3 tries to pass my driver’s test.
I’ve backed out of the garaged 3 times with the car door open.
I’ve been in 3 automobile accidents, two were bumper bumps, one wasn’t.
I’ve been to Israel 3 times.
I’ve done mission trip to 3 countries: Mexico, China, and Haiti.
I’ve climbed Mount Everest 3 times.
I asked a girl for a date 3 times, she said no 3 times, then she married me.
All of the above 3’s are true except for 3 of them.
After careful consideration I’ve determined that I don’t have anything significant to say about the number 3.
But thanks for reading this blog to the end.