‘Hard’ truth: firm foundations

[This blog post is part of a series called 'Hard' truth]

I’m so desperately glad that I knew the truths I’ve laid out in the past several posts before ‘hard’ hit.  Those thoughts were like anchors to my soul, given by the grace of God through the stream of His Word.

Maybe that’s the thing I’m most thankful for in all this.  I’m thankful that when ‘hard’ came I had a firm foundation in Him through the Bible.

I became a Christian later in life and I didn’t know anything about the Bible.  I remember getting my first one.  I remember staying up late with my friend, both of us pouring over Psalms because we’d never read anything that stirred our hearts in that way.

I didn’t know what it meant to trust the Bible though. I  didn’t know why it mattered that the Scripture was authoritative.  I didn’t understand that it wasn’t just a neat book; it was the living and  breathing voice of God in my life.

When I learned that concept, I felt obligated.  Opening the Bible became duty.  Most of the time it just seemed boring and emotionless.  The only way I could fix that was by reading the parts that I loved over and over and skipping all the other stuff.

A few years after that, my arrogance took over.  I began to read confidently and aggressively, desperate to know enough of the Bible to finally catch up with all the people I saw running faster and harder than me.

Despite my heart, God was still good through His Word.  And I grew in Him.

Then I got around people who really loved the Bible.  They didn’t read it out of duty, but delight.  They wrestled with the words in that book with time and energy and effort.  They would roll up their sleeves and dig in, desperate to fight to taste the treasures tucked away in the corners.

They opened those pages like they thought they held the keys to life.  They ate  the Word like it was the most delicious thing in the world.

So, I began to try to go deeper too.  It was hard.  So I had to pray more.  It made me dependent.  That dependence made me long to have a heart that yearned to love His Word.  I began to pray for that too.  I began to pray that God would give me a hunger to know Him and a joy in the Bible that would put the things of the world to shame.  And He did.  And I’m so thankful.

So many things about this past few of months have been really hard, but one thing that honestly hasn’t been hard yet is God.  He hasn’t been hard.  We haven’t been hard.  His love has washed over me and wrapped around me like a blanket.

I think that’s because of grace working through faith.  Just like He promised, His Spirit birthed that faith in me through hearing the Word of God.

I’m so thankful that this wave hit at a time in my life when I was grounded in the foundation of Christ; not the version of Christ I’d learned about from someone else, but the version of Him I’d met in the living and active Word of God.

I know it seems like it’s a lot of work to open it up and dig in.  I know it can seem boring and useless.  I know it seems like it’s just some lame book.  But it’s not.  It’s actually this deep and solid riverbed that holds the streams of grace and truth of His very being.  The Bible stewards and shepherds that grace carefully to the outlet of my heart and not a drop is lost in the process.

Every ounce of His love is ministered directly to us in His Spirit through His Word.

‘Hard’ just can’t compete with that.

Comments

  1. God is definitely speaking through you to me. I’ve been struggling with that feeling of reading God’s word as boring and emotionless. Thank you. Again, so nice to know I’m not along.
    When you were starting to read and asking God to make it have meaning, what did you read? Were you just reading through a book of the Bible or doing a study? I would love to have some guidance. Thank you for this encouragement!

  2. Its true that yester year’s manna just doesn’t do. Thanks for emphasizing the joy of the Word vs duty of reading it

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