Becoming
When I think about my Bible, I think, “We grew up together”, but of course, that sounds weird. I am the only one who grew up, and in many respects, I am still growing up. I am still becoming. In 1985, my parents gave me the copy of the Word that rests to my left even now- my NIV Study Bible. I was 15 and now I’m in my 41st year with this Bible. I didn’t have any idea what it would come to mean to me and I certainly didn’t have a clue how the Triune God of these pages had already been and would be the Witness to my ongoing story and my Keeper through it all. I don’t want anyone weirding out over this. Bear with me as I work this out. My Bible is a tangible object that I get to treat rather normally as I grab it, drop it, lay it out, stash it in my backpack or suitcase…. but Hebrews 4:12 puts this book in its very own category by saying it “is living and active, sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing to the division of soul and of spirit, of joints...
