I
finished reading the Bible through again this morning. I have lost count how many times I have read
it, something like 23 or 24 times. No one
could have convinced me of It’s meaning in my life, of the truth of the verse “It
is living and active…” I had to read it
to find out the truths that It is living and life giving. Just as no one could have convinced me I feel
I write in vain because these words cannot convince you to read It. Reading It is the only proof there is. Am I somehow hinting toward a miraculous or transcendent
reality? No it is something far greater
than that and in the realm of explaining Life.
This morning there is a soft gentle rain on. As I sit here in the dark meditating upon the
truth I cannot explain, the rain gives me an apt metaphor. The Bible to a human is like good soil, cool
rain and warm sun to a seed. There is no
way to be a true human being without continually reading the Bible.
