When you crack a new book for the first time, as you leaf through the first two or three pages, you will usually notice a page with just a sentence or two nestled right into the center of it. On it, you will find someone’s name. It will not be the author’s name, but it will be someone who, in the author’s mind, is more significant. It is the dedication page.
I never read those.
But today I made an exception. It is an old book, one written before the advent of the printing press, so the dedication is written right into the body of the book. As a matter of fact, it is the first paragraph of the work. It is a book I have read before and one I am sure I will read many more times, but this time, I was struck by this dedication. Usually, I will just read through parts like this to get to the real “meat,” but this was no ordinary book.
It was the gospel of Luke.
In truth, the dedication at the beginning of this book is not part of Luke’s outline. When Luke was sitting down to pen his gospel, the dedication that he included at the beginning had no real bearing on the story. It was not part of the story at all. Yet, in God’s superintendence of Luke’s writing, he included a word for us in this small, but important piece of the work. Continue reading