Friday, May 10, 2013
My Living Idiolect
One thing I know for sure is that it all starts with Scripture. The word of God, as taught through the Church, is the foundation upon which all else in my life rests.
No: not 'rests.' Grows. My spiritual idiolect is not a static thing, set into place like a lump of immovable concrete. It is living, active, growing day by day. Even the parts of scripture that inspire and challenge me are not the same as time goes on; I am drawn to ponder different ones as situations shift and bend with the passage of time.
There are verses I have clung to as to a life raft; they've carried me through trials and kept me afloat. There are some that seem to sing with the very voice of God, reminding me that scripture is indeed living and active, sharper than a two-edged sword. (Hebrews 4:12)
Tonight I look upon my Bible - my worn, tattered, thirty-five year old Bible - with reverence. How much we have been through, this priceless friend and I. I find I want to hug it (it wouldn't be the first time), and definitely I want to thank God for the gift of it. Yes, it is a sharp sword, but I love it for the sharpness. It has divided light from darkness, pierced through my blindness, challenged and comforted and corrected and inspired and taught.....
"I have come to rate all as loss in light of the surpassing knowledge of my Lord Jesus Christ. For His sake I have forfeited everything; I have counted all else rubbish so that Christ may be my wealth." (Philippians 3:8)
"I put no value on my life as long as I can finish my race and complete the service to which I have been assigned by the Lord Jesus, to bear witness to the gospel of God's grace." (Acts 20:24)
"We know that God makes all things work together for the good of those who love Him, who have been called according to His decree." (Romans 8:28)
"I will bless the Lord at all times; His praise shall be ever in my mouth." (Psalm 34:2)
"Though the fruit tree blossom not nor fruit be on the vines, though the yield of the olive fail and the terraces produce no nourishment, though the flocks disappear from the fold and there be no cattle in the stalls, yet I will rejoice in the Lord and exult in my saving God. God, my Lord, is my strength; He makes my feet swift as those of hinds; He enables me to go upon the heights" (Habakkuk 3:17-19)
Thank God for the gift of scripture. I cannot imagine being "formed" without it. May it ever be the basis of my life.
Painting: Guido Reni, St. Matthew and the Angel