Do you ever glaze over when you’re reading God’s Word? Do you ever tune out church because you’ve heard that story a million times? Do you ever choose to call a friend or read a book or watch TV instead of reading your Bible because it’s boring or you don’t understand it or it doesn’t help anyway?
I have done all of the above at various times in my life. When I was growing up my mom frequently told me that the Bible held all the answers to life. If I was heartbroken or frustrated or upset or saddened she’d tell me to go read my Bible and I’d feel better.
I read. I never felt better.
In ninth grade we were studying poetry. We all had to interpret an assigned poem and present it for the class. I was assigned a Psalm. I don’t remember which one. I must have read it a thousand times. It wasn’t very long. I had no idea what it meant.
I remember asking God why I couldn’t understand the Bible and asking Him what was wrong with me. I didn’t make a very good grade on the project. I think a B. But it started a questioning in my heart that was good. Very good. I asked God regularly why the Bible was boring to me. I confessed that I thought it was.
High school gave way to college and religion gave way to relationship. Still, reading the Bible each day was difficult for me. I committed and recommitted to getting up early, staying up late, carrying a Bible in my backpack and any other trick to help me read my Bible daily. I would go many weeks reading regularly and then stop.
I began to ask God to help me. I began to beg God to make me love his word. I would tell him how much I wanted to read and understand and love the Bible. Many times the Bible is referred to as God’s love letter to us. I begged God to make me love him enough to read his love letter to me.
Little by little he answered until one day many years later I realized I was reading the Bible every day. I was making the necessary sacrifices in order to make time to read his word daily. I stopped calling my time in the word a quiet time and began calling it a time of devotion because it had become a time where I would sit at the feet of the One I love full of devotion and eager to learn, to listen, to hear, to receive.
I read the Bible through again and again. I read many translations. The Bible is my favorite book. But the Lord showed me one night that it’s not the book I love. I love the Word.
In the beginning the Word already existed. The Word was with God, and the Word was God. John 1:1
If any of you are struggling to spend time with the Lord in his word each day, I would love, love, love to pray for you. Just leave me a comment or email me.