“I've had a hard time with some of my fellow Christians,” he said softly. “It's hard not to build up a wall. But I've met some really great believers, too. They don’t all agree with me about stuff. But they love me.”
“Aren’t you, like, a Christian?” It was making no sense. He took his glasses off and rubbed his eyes, as though that might help. “I mean, aren’t there rules, or something?”
He flipped through all the chats he had already seen, familiar dark dread narrowing his windpipe, stinging his eyes, aching through his back and neck. Why was he such a failure at connecting with people?
She nodded, but clenched her teeth. The room seemed to grow dim, as though someone had lowered the lights and muffled the sounds. She needed to go—somewhere else, anywhere else—so she got back up and walked out the door.
She would just lie here today, she thought. Who cares? Not the one who counted. He was lying brain-dead in the hospital across town.
Does the Bible accurately represent what God has said and done, and how God thinks and feels, who God is? It is a foundational question, since everything we know about God apart from God as powerful creator, comes from the Bible.
Without being mindful, it is easy to think about spiritual things through the lens of our culture’s mindset and worldview. In Jonah’s day, it was culturally and societally supported to hate certain people groups, such as the Assyrians, and to assume God hated them too.
If these adherents to every “jot and tittle” of God’s word had also truly known God, which is to say, not just known the scriptures and Law, but had truly known God, then they would have sensed God’s presence there before them.
Did the light come on for John, in that moment? For they were all lambent with the reflected glow of the temple’s luminescence, and perhaps especially Jesus, through John’s eyes of love, was shining with luminescence.
“My soul is crushed with longing for You, make me understand You, enlarge my heart for You, revive me!”