I find that I eat on the run, grabbing handfuls of this and that. I forget to eat because cooking is such a drudgery to me. I feed the little ones and then who has time for eating? Dinner comes around and I realize that all I’ve eaten was a handful of chips, coffee and four bites of eggs.
I often wait until I’m out of gas…literally. I know how far I can push it without running out of gas in my car because I’ve pushed it. Many times.
Last night I had a dream that my friend was telling me to read my bible because it would help me with my stress. I read it, and my problems disappeared and then I went around telling everyone about my new miracle cure. I woke up. I didn’t read my bible.
I did eat an enchilada for dinner though.
I often read the bible for myself, for my feelings. I’m obsessed with it when I’m hurt or sad.
Can I just point out that God never calls His Word “spiritual cheesecake”?
It’s not a delicious treat for whenever we’re craving some sugar, it’s life food for everyday.
I think I get bored with bible reading because I think it’s something to do for myself, like getting gas, or eating.
The bible is not a guide to wealth and happiness. Why do I think it is? Why do I leave it in the car when I’m feeling wealthy and happy, as if I don’t need it anymore?
Because I forget about Jesus. I forget that the true “bread of life” is Jesus. Life bread isn’t Jesus the religious figure on a candle or coffee mug; the bread of life is Jesus’ flesh. I have to go back to the cross where His flesh was torn and his blood pooled down for me.
“For what I received I passed on to you as of first importance: that Christ died for our sins according to the Scriptures, that he was buried, that he was raised on the third day according to the Scriptures, and that he appeared to Peter, and then to the Twelve.” 1 Corinthians 15:3-5
The bible is here to show me more of the One who died and bled and saved me with his sacrifice. When I get sick of reading the bible, it just means I’ve forgotten the Cross. I’ve forgotten the love. I’ve forgotten the blood and sweat and tears that were shed. The bones that were broken and the spit and the humiliation, the wrath that was poured out onto the Word of God for my sake. He cares for me like no one else, and He wants me to know him.
“I tell you the truth, he who believes has everlasting life. I am the bread of life. Your forefathers ate the manna in the desert, yet they died. But here is the bread that comes down from heaven which a man may eat and not die. I am the living bread that came down from heaven. If anyone eats of this bread, he will live forever. This bread is my flesh, which I will give for the life of the world.”