Wednesday, November 26, 2008
...and the word fell out of its leather binding.
The inner pages of my Bible have wrestled free from their constrictive outer shell. I usually try to keep them together in order to prevent further mutilation of the curled, gold-edged sheets. The inscription on the inside, printed in neat architect-style handwriting, are words of blessing from Pastor Steve as I graduated high school. It begins thus:
"MY HOPE IS THAT YOU WEAR THESE PAGES RAGGED FINDING THE ANSWERS TO YOUR SOUL- SEARCHING QUESTIONS. I PRAY THAT YOU NEVER LOSE THAT ABOUT YOURSELF..."
Confession: I have intentionally abused this Bible. Sometimes I throw it around in order to speed the fulfillment of Steve's hope for me. I wear his words as some sort of spiritual identity. I want you to look at my Bible and be impressed by how much I love God. I like that it looks well-used. Makes me feel proud.
Is the better way that someone would look at my life and know that I love God? I think we can fake spirituality by adopting the right Christian words or being seen at the right youth group events or destroying our Bibles. I sometimes even deceive myself in this way. But to know God and be known by Him... this is what I desire for me and encourage for you this week. Can we agree to stop playing games?
God, give us courage to be seen by you...and others...for what we truly are.