I was sitting in a Sunday class studying the Bible.
In my usual fashion, I opened my mouth and something fell out . . .
“One of my greatest nightmares is reading the Bible.”
I’ve thought a lot about that in the last few days. Funny how we can sometimes even teach ourselves.
I find the Bible convicts me. As God opens the pages to me, I see how little I really am concerned for others – their needs, feelings, and even wants. I find that lists and narratives tell me when I am doing wrong. That has a nightmare quality to me.
I find the Bible condemns society. I see how others have taken a light approach to God and how they have been disappointed when God takes a light approach to them. Anger is a part of God’s nature.
I find the Bible sets some of my presuppositions on edge. I thought I had life and people and God all figured out. Until I read the Bible. And when I read it again, I had to rethink things. Sometimes I think I should stop reading – having to change my opinions is a real nightmare!
And so, I read my Bible every day. Somehow when I walk through to the other side of the nightmare, a new day is dawning.