Love His Word Sep 20th 2011
Eunice's father, a Methodist Pastor, was transferred to a distant city in June of her senior year
in High School. This was very difficult for a young lady who had many friends and relationships.
It was really a sad time for me also since I loved her very much and we were, as they said in
those days, going steady. But God came through. Arrangements were made for her to live with a
family from church so she could finish her senior year in Pittsburgh. We were able to share that
year together and celebrate her Senior Prom and graduation a year later. Then she moved away.
The mailbox became our lifeline. Her letters were wonderful. Just to hear what was
happening day by day in her world made her absence bearable. Once a week on Friday night we
had an appointed time to make a phone call and talk to each other. Those calls were anticipated
for days. Just to hear her voice was such a joy.
I still have shoeboxes full of the letters we wrote to each other. Expressions of love filled
each page and future hopes and dreams were shared. There was no email or Skype in those days.
You wrote letters and mailed them and waited to receive them with great anticipation. The
highlight of my day was getting the mail.
Lately I have been thinking a lot about how much I love God's Word. Jesus has moved
far away. He is now seated at the right hand of the Father in heaven. It is true that He speaks to
us by His Spirit and that His sheep have the joy and privilege of hearing His voice. We await His
return with eager anticipation. He promised us He would come back for us. But He is not silent.
After He left He wrote some love letters to us and sent them special delivery. The Holy Spirit
inspired those who penned them and He even interprets them for us. And just think, we can read
them any time we want to.
The love letters my wife wrote to me fifty-one years ago I have kept and treasured all of
these years, I can open up the box and pull one out any time I desire. Although the envelopes are
now discolored and the 3 cent postage stamps are collectors items, the words that were penned a
long time ago by someone who loves me and whom I love dearly still carry the same passion and
vitality. Its like they were written yesterday. The same thing happens when we open God's Word
and read what He has written. Think about it! The God of all creation loves you and me so much
He took the time to write us and tell us so. How exciting to read what He has written. His love
message never gets old.
While prophetic revelation and time in the secret place sharing communion and intimacy
with Jesus is vital to my life, I cherish the scriptures. I love to read His letters over and over.
They never grow old. In fact every time I read them I see something else I never saw before.
They speak of His love for me and how much He cares. They provide wisdom and counsel. They
are life giving and every time I read them my spiritual vitality and joy is restored and increased.
I simply want to encourage you. Crack open the shoe box and read the love letters from
Jesus. I am sure that you will hear Him say some things intended just for you. Your spiritual life
will grow by leaps and bounds. Not only that, the next time you meet Him in the secret place you
can thank Him for the wonderful things He has already said to you by way of His love letters. I
know it will bless Him. He loves it when we quote Him.