I Read The Scriptures. Then The Scriptures Read Me.

Yes, I read the words. I knew the passage already, and nothing new was popping out. I prepared to move on to other things. Other readings, other prayers.

And suddenly I was struck with a yearning to really commune with God, and to allow that passage to speak to me... if only God would intervene.

"Lord," I prayed, "give me eyes to read these words and hear you. If you have something to say."

I then returned to the same dusty passage, and Awe filled me.

Suffice it to say the lesson would be proven unlearned if I disclosed what scripture verses I am referring to. But the passage could not have been more clear. And it could not have been more applicable. And I had never seen before in my life that this (frankly) bizarre little episode from the Old Testament spoke volumes into my life, revealing a depravity. A behavior of heart and tongue which I needed to be forgiven of (for the past) and to stop engaging in (for the future).

Is this the same passage I read only a few minutes earlier? Yes, but this time the scriptures read me. I was revealed.

Thanks be to God, who hears our prayers and yearns to bring us to a better place. Thanks be to God, for the scriptures which he uses to accomplish this purpose. Thanks be to God, who forgives us our sins if we will confess them and repent of them. Thanks be to God, the revealer of all things.