This book of the Bible, as a friend has pointed out to me, kinda rambles along. Repeating itself many times over and over. And apparently it was written while Paul was just literally rambling on to a disciple who was writing it all down.
So I read it like that, like I’m with a friend in a coffee shop, a friend who is just excitedly pouring out all these ideas and passions, no structure, just a constant flow of ideas. Like an excited little kid.
Romans is quickly becoming one of my favorite books.