There was a time when I was not here. Hard to fathom, I know. At least, it’s pretty hard for me to fathom. I have read a few history books in my day, but it’s still difficult to imagine a world before now. A world without me.
As it turns out, I am not the main character in this story. Someone else is. Someone grand. Someone amazing. Someone a whole lot bigger than me. This story that’s written in history books and on ancient papyrus, that’s embedded on each of our hearts, isn’t about us. It’s about God.
In the beginning, God created. At the end, God renews the earth and comes to live with his people. In the middle, God saves the day.
I read the Bible for a living. And for school. In small groups, big groups, and alone at my desk. And I read it on my couch in the morning, because I need to.
In a startling display of mental alertness, I actually noticed something. Among all the Old Testament wars, demanding prophets, and tales of an astoundingly miraculous man, something keeps repeating. Or rather, someone keeps repeating Himself. Over and over he says the same thing: Come.
Come and see. Come back. Come to the water. Return to me with all your heart.
How many times have you heard someone say that they knew something in their head but not in their heart? As we seek God through his word, we learn true things he has said. God loves the world. He did something about it. We can trust him. He wants to help us. The list goes on…
But as we walk away from reading, a bible study, or a church service, sometimes we have “learned” a new thing without internalizing it. That is, we walk away with new information, but not with new life.
And other times, we hear something from God and it cuts us to the heart. We realize the gravity of this new reality. And our lives change forever.
What’s the difference between these two results? Can we do anything about it?