Tuesday is for Preaching
Sometimes we use language strangely. Is my Bible really my Bible? I mean it is mine as distinct from the Bible that somebody else is carrying around but it really isn’t mine.
In fact, the book that I call my Bible is really not mine at all. It’s God’s.
It’s not just God’s in the sense that the Scripture declares God to be the owner of everything. It is His word.
How might my study of his word be changed if I trained my heart with the idea that I carry around the words of God? How might my eyes be opened if I reminded myself, consciously reminded myself, that I, even I, by the mercies and grace of the Living Lord of life hold the words of life for myself and others?
In many ways I have been working on that for 35 years. And yet …
What if when I reached for the leather covered book in the box in my backpack, I consciously reminded my soul that I am not reaching for “My Bible” but the very words of God? What if, like Spurgeon, ascending the pulpit and preaching to his own heart, “I believe in the Holy Spirit, I believe in the Holy Spirit,” I preached to my own heart, “you are holding the very words of God, you are holding the very words of God, you are holding the very words of God.”
Might my awe be restored? Might my heart rise in wonder? Might my spirit sing and rejoice?
“Oh God, help me to cultivate that heart by the power of your precious promises. In Jesus holy name, Amen”
His divine power has granted to us all things that pertain to life and godliness, through the knowledge of him who called us to his own glory and excellence, by which he has granted to us his precious and very great promises, …
2 Peter 1:3-4 (ESV)