Sunday night had me feeling the urge to pick up the Bible again after a little hiatus. For those of you that missed this post, I haven’t been reading the Good Book as religiously as I usually do (pun totally intended). After picking it up, I sat on the couch flipping through it’s many pages, but I just had no idea where to start. Finally I settled on the Book of Hebrews. This book from the New Testament was maybe written by the Apostle Paul (but more likely by someone else) to some Jewish Christians and some non-Jewish Christians who lived among Jewish people.
I read the first four chapters on Sunday. I read slowly, wanting it all to sink in. I enjoyed what I read and it reaffirmed for me the faith that I hold dear. There was no big epiphany, no chorus of angels singing to me through blinding light, but thats probably for the best. If it had happened I would only go back to the Bible expecting another emotional high. When the inevitable happened, and the emotional high failed to appear, I would have given up on the Bible in disappointment. I think faith is what happens when nothing happens.
Tonight I am going to go back. I am going to try reading it again without expectations. Maybe thats part of the problem, I read the Bible with so many expectations and ideas for so long that I stripped it of all its mystery and wonder. Maybe the time has come for me to read it for what it has to say to me.
