Over the past few days, I have been thinking a great deal about the Bible and what I believe it to be, the written Word of God. While I am not surprised to hear that many non-Christians do not believe that to be true, I am saddened whenever I hear people who profess to be Christians de-value the Bible.
It seems that God has always placed great importance on what He says and does being written down so that both the present and future generations can both learn and remember. Over and over again, God would give the command not only to write down His words and an account of what He had done but to regularly read those words as well. Millions of Christians around the world believe that both the Old and New Testament are the written Word of God. It is through God's Word, whether we read it, hear it or have even have it paraphrased, that we come to know Him as well as learn how God desires us to live. It is His very Word, presented to us in such a way that we can hold it in our hands, read it, refer back to it time and time again and commit it to our memory. There is more to it than that, however. There is power in the Word of God.
Today I was thinking about an incident in my own life which I shared with the CB community back in early 2010. I would like to share it again.
It was December 11, 2009. I was in ICU after having suffered a ruptured brain aneurysm and a stroke shortly before midnight the previous evening. I didn't know what had happened. Indeed, I didn't even know I was in the hospital let alone in ICU. According to my family, I did not speak unless spoken to and all I would only say, things like "yes", "no" or "okay".
For the most part, I have few memories of from the time I went to bed on December 10th until December 18th. The memories I have are pretty sketchy and with the help of my family, I have discovered they are out of sequence as well. However, something which happened on Friday, December 11th stands out in my mind.
I remember suddenly becoming aware that my friend Donna and her husband were standing next to me. Donna slipped something on my left wrist and I looked at it. There was a bracelet on my wrist and suddenly I discovered there was something inscribed on it and I could read it! For some reason I thought I could not read but suddenly realized that I could read this. It said:
Trust in the Lord. Prov. 3:5
I knew that passage of scripture and then... I sank back into oblivion for the next few days.
When I arrived home from the hospital, I was recounting this incident to my husband. I held up my left hand and said, "I remember that Bruce and Donna stopped by on Wednesday night (December 16th) and gave me this bracelet. I could read the verse and from that moment on, I began to get better. I stated to remember a few things that night and on Thursday and then everything seemed to get switched back on again on Friday."
Dave was quiet for a moment before gently telling me that Bruce and Donna did not visit me on Wednesday, December 16th. They had come on December 11th and that was when I read those words. That was when I began to get better.
We must never underestimate the power of God's Word.
All scripture is inspired of God. It is our canon, what we measure everything by. Many today just do not want to be accountable to anything. Including scripture. Jesus Himself mentioned several times about what He had 'spoken', the 'words' that He gave.
Great blog K . God Bless. billy.
"Trust in the Lord. Prov. 3:5 "
So few words -- yet such great power.