“All Scripture is breathed out by God and profitable for teaching, for reproof, for correction, and for training in righteousness” 2 Timothy 3:16, ESV
I’m a visual person. In fact, I am dramatically visual person. When I read, it’s not enough to try and create a picture with my mind’s eye of what the author is describing, no, I need to create a movie masterpiece scrolling across the screen in my head (often accompanied with orchestral background music).
So, when I read 2 Timothy 3:16, I see a crisp piece of parchment laying on a rough wooden desk, completely blank, not a drop of ink to be seen across its smooth surface. But then, in the silent stillness of the room, it seems a breeze flows across the paper, just enough that you can hear the paper shift slightly and suddenly words begin to flow in elegant lines of script.
As I said, I tend to have a flair for the dramatic, but when I capture that image in my mind, it causes me to look at my Bible in a different way. As if, to open the pages would cause a momentary loss of breath because in my hands I hold the very Word of God. He “breathed” those words onto the page. If I was ever searching for a way to hear what He has to say, it would be found in the lines and verses that I was holding in my hand. Is that not precious? Is that not sacred? Is that not a wondrous treasure?
It is a blessing to live in a day and time when scripture is readily available and easily seen throughout my day. Whether it’s painted on a piece of canvas on my living room wall, on the side of my coffee mug, at the top of a note pad, or in an email devotion that is sitting in my inbox when I hit the snooze button on my alarm, I am surrounded by the Word. When I complete my daily Bible study, I have several versions of scripture downloaded onto my phone app as well as five different hard copies that I can lay out across my kitchen table for comparison. How fantastic that my life is so saturated by the Word of God!
Only, maybe there’s a downside to all this availability. Maybe in the midst of my scripture-laden home décor, or owning a shelf of tomes labeled ESV, NIV, KJV, or HCSB, I’ve lost some of my wonder. I quit seeing that, “the word of God is living and active, sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing to the division of soul and of spirit, of joints and of marrow, and discerning the thoughts and intentions of the heart.”(Hebrews 4:12, ESV) Instead, this priceless treasure has become just another decorative item or textbook.
These are moments when I have to force myself to stop and sit in the wonder of God’s Word. To offer up a prayer that He will allow me to look upon the pages with fresh eyes searching for Him in every verse. I’ll take out my mother’s Bible, open up the thin onion-skinned pages that crackle when I turn them, staring at verses that I’ve brightly highlighted or a well-loved psalm, and just sit in awe that I am gazing upon the very word of God.
In those moments, I offer up a prayer of thanksgiving that He has not left me to roam blindly through this life, but He has gifted me with words that teach, and correct, and train me in righteousness. In those moments, I remember that these words are sacred.