While having a conversation with a dear friend today, he asked me if I'd ever considered writing. The question caught me off guard and I found myself fumbling for a halfway decent response. My answer came out a little like this: "Yes I've considered it... I have other priorities... people have told me before that I should write... I'm more of a people person than a task person... I don't want to be a book on a shelf somewhere.... I don't have great ambitions...."
Even as I spoke the words, they sounded highly unsatisfying. Yet, for all the things my friend could have said about my list of lame excuses, I was gratefully humbled by his gentle reply: "God took the time to write.... the apostles wrote letters to the churches."
Simple, yet profound. What viable excuse could I offer up in light of such truth? Though I didn't react much to his statement at the time, I have thought about it intermittently throughout the day. Alas, in the final hours of the evening I still find myself without excuse. Back to blogging I go.
Perhaps I think I don't have much to say, or that few will ever read what I write, but that is alright. After all, as I pointed out to my friend earlier today, "I don't have great ambitions."
The truth is, what really convinced me was the simple fact that God took the time to communicate with us through the written Word. The preciousness of God's special revelation is something I have recently been meditating upon, and I cannot escape the wonder of the Scriptures. It is nothing short of astounding that the Almighty God - infinite, transcendent, altogether holy and set apart - would choose to condescend in such a way.
He created us, and we rejected Him. We deserve nothing but His wrath, yet He loves us and makes Himself known to us through His Word. Not only so, but He also sent His Son, Christ Jesus, who died on our behalf in order that we might personally know and be known by our Creator. He came down to our level, because we could not ascend to His. And through His written Word, He is still speaking to us today.
In light of my own sinfulness, it amazes me that God would even bother to reveal Himself to me. The fact that He actually desires for me to know Him humbles me. I can only stand in grateful awe. It is because God has revealed Himself to me that I find I do indeed have a reason to write.Labels: reflections