I wish I knew less Bible and more Jesus.
I’m afraid I don’t know Him as well as I should because I don’t hang out where He does.
He isn’t pressed cold and dry and dead between the leaves of a book, no matter how inspired it is.
He is in the world among us, working out His will through those who are willing.
He is huddled in misery with the destitute.
He is crying out for freedom among the enslaved.
He is suffering with the dying.
He is weeping with the bereaved.
He is rescuing the perishing.
He is all those places I never go and never see and never think about because I don’t know Him well enough yet.
And although I seek Him enshrined and glorified in His Word, He is not just there. Though the words and images are powerful, they are still only memories and prophecies; records of what happened and promises of what will be; shadows of who He was and who others became because His Spirit was in them.
He still lives powerfully through those who choose to let Him. He still works and teaches and serves. He still feeds and comforts and enriches. He still helps and encourages and enables.
He still brings the ones He loves closer to His Father.
That’s where I want to see Him.
I want to see Him at work.
I want to see Him at work in this world.
I want to see Him at work through my hands, through my heart, through my head, through my spirit.
I want to see others through His eyes.
Like the hymn that some hymnals alter because the implications seem too much for mortals, I want to sing:
Beyond the sacred page, I seek Thee, Lord …
My spirit pants for Thee, o Living Word!
Not just “within.”