Friday, November 22 |
                     How Precious!                 

"...As I wrote afore in few words, whereby when ye read, ye may understand..."
Eph. 3:3b-4a
Paul is taking for granted two things here, making assumptions about the members of the church in Ephesus ... but I'll get to that in a minute.

      My grandmother used to send letters to me. The real, paper, snail-mail, lick it and stick it letters. I loved them. I loved the feminine stationary she used. I loved her neat flowery cursive. I loved the way she unconventionally wrote her return address,  on the back of the envelope, down the side. They were quirky, full of love, and always, without fail, contained the phrase 'Ha!', at least once.

     The majority of them, as is the case with most letters I suppose, eventually made it to the trash can, but some have been stored away. One day she'll be gone and I'll never get another, but I'll always have these few. They'll always be precious to me.

You see where I'm going with this, right?

Paul, in his statement above, is not only assuming the Ephesians read his letter, but that they'd continued reading it. In fact, I'll go a step further and dare to assume that he thought they'd read his ENTIRE letter! Why would he do that? Because he knew that correspondence was precious; it was precious because it was rare. Rare 'paper', rare writers, rare love. How long, I wonder did the church hold on to those letters? I can't even guess.

Why? Why hold on to something that long? Why read it again and again and share it with others, young and old, new members and veterans? Because it was all they had. And when it's all you have, you don't take it for granted.

Not like we do the Bible. Oh! how we take it for granted! We have ALL those letters, and they're just sitting there, in our cars, on our desks, tables or other furniture, waiting to be picked up. Waiting to be shared. Ever waiting for someone to do something with it. But not right now, not today. It'll still be there tomorrow.

I've heard pastors say the Devil's greatest tool is not to tell you not to do something, just don't do it right now.

Go read your Bible. Go read it and share it. It's precious. It was written by a rare Writer, who carries for us a rare love. Don't take it for granted. Don't wait until later. Do it now.

Fight the good fight,
with the precious Word.



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