Here I stand staring into the refrigerator. It is full but there is nothing to eat. There is a carton of milk and one of O.J. But I am not thirsty. I’m hungry. There are bottles of salad dressing but no salad. There are bags of frozen peas and corn but I don’t want to cook. I just want something now. There are weekend leftovers but they really don’t look that good. There are Pillsbury cinnamon rolls but I have to bake them for twenty minutes. This is pathetic because there are people in the world who would think they just died and went to heaven if they could have the contents of our fridge.
Here I sit with my Bible in hand. I’m hungry. I’m not in the mood for poetry so that eliminates 150 psalms. I know about David and his mighty men and King Saul’s rants and raves. Genealogies don’t do it for me. The Sermon on the Mount overwhelms me with its really high standards. I’m not into the monsters of Daniel and Revelation. Paul seems too heavy for me tonight. Ah, but wait there is the Gospel of John. John is like the Goldilocks book. It is not too heavy and not too light. It’s just right. I will save Paul for another night and the Psalms for another day.
John – “In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and the Word was God.” Actually that is pretty heavy material. But he whets my appetite for more. John 3 – This Nicodemus guy seems interesting. And the resurrection of Lazarus in 11, well that is really exciting. For tonight John is just right. Tomorrow I will probably be hungry for Isaiah.
Written by Roger Bothwell on April 29, 2014
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