There are moments in time that reshape reality, rewrite the story, and change all the rules.
I had one of those moments, and it changed everything.
If you think my next words will describe some event where I walked down an aisle, repeated some magnificent prayer fresh off a preacher’s lips, and walked back to my seat a changed man, then you are mistaken. I did have one of those moments, and I believe it was genuine. But the moment I speak of now came much later in life.
It was the moment I discovered God’s word.
It took me being forced to read it. I had half-heartedly volunteered to lead some college kids at my church in a Bible study. There were only two or three of them at first, but that number somehow ballooned and 30 of them were staring me in the face wanting answers. I realized I was wasting their time. I had heard these stories for years, but for the first time, I was asking God to just explain them to me, so I could explain them to others.
He did just that.
The words of God reached out of that book and into the deepest parts of my being. They grabbed ahold of my soul and would not let go. I was pierced to the core, and for the first time in my life, I began to really see. I began to see things as God sees them. I saw the world and I saw myself, and I was hurt with both. My heart broke, and I realized I was blindfolded by my own ignorance.
At first, reading it was hard, the words weighty and confusing. I was like a small child learning to eat solid food. I kept asking God to help, and he kept helping. God began to teach me who he was and who I was. Soon, I would find myself quitting jobs, going back to school, moving to Africa, and dropping a life I had been working so hard to create. After all, I finally realized my life was not my own to live, it had been purchased and I now belonged to another. It may sound crazy to some of you, but the things I discovered in the Bible shattered my reality and began to reshape it.
What I discovered was God’s revelation to man. The Bible is his way of making himself known to us, and it is freely available to all who will take the time to understand it. I was hooked. I needed it. I began to hunger for it. God’s word was as important as food or oxygen.
One of the psalmists tells us:
Blessed is the man
who walks not in the counsel of the wicked,
nor stands in the way of sinners,
nor sits in the seat of scoffers;
but his delight is in the law of the LORD,
and on his law he meditates day and night.
He is like a tree
planted by streams of water
that yields its fruit in its season,
and its leaf does not wither.
In all that he does, he prospers.
The wicked are not so,
but are like chaff that the wind drives away.
Therefore the wicked will not stand in the judgment,
nor sinners in the congregation of the righteous;
for the LORD knows the way of the righteous,
but the way of the wicked will perish.
Psalm 1 (ESV, emphasis added)
I want to be that tree.
I want to plunge my roots into the streams of life-giving water that can only be found in the law of the Lord. I want to be strong and firmly rooted in God’s word, fruitful in season. God and I are on a journey though his word. This blog is simply meant as a way for me to share that experience with you. Join me in becoming like a tree.