In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.
~ John 1:1
I see the paper, the markings; the ink lines connected to make words. I run my finger across the lines but can only feel the impression left by a pen. I can’t see the instrument, nor even the ink in the well, only the ink left on the page. I can’t see the hand, yet I know there was a hand, and a mind that formulated the words which hold meaning. Only words! That’s all that remains. So, I read the words, looking at how the lines were made and know that someone I loved left that ink on that paper. It’s mine. I hold it fast. It’s not much, but it’s all I have. Only words of someone’s mind that knew me. Someone’s hand that held my hand. Someone’s words that said, “I love you.” Furthermore, I believe it.
The Word was in the beginning and was God. That is what scripture tells us. The Bible also tells us that creation started with the Word. “Let there be light,” and it was so. We are also told that the Word became flesh, and dwelt among us. Jesus, the son of God who was in the beginning with God, became that flesh. At least, this is what the Word says.
The Bible; God’s Word, symbols written down over, and over again, changing languages through the ages. We can’t see John, or Paul sitting in a prison cell giving the words. We can’t see Timothy, or Peter possibly having someone else transcribe their stories. We can’t see Moses parting the sea, or Isaiah predicting the coming of the Messiah. We can't see David writing poetry, or his son Solomon giving words of wisdom. But, we do have the words.
We know that the words have been directed by the mind that formulate the story. The story is beautifully instrumented by God, the author and creator from the beginning to the end. The pinnacle is Jesus Christ, God in the flesh, born, preaching, performing miracles, crucified, dead, and buried, the Messiah, risen, victorious over death, bringing us new life.
We know from the Word, that Jesus knelt down and wrote in the dirt. This is when the accusers came to him with a woman caught in adultery. What were the words He wrote? We will never know, but in the end the accusers were all gone, and He, Himself did not accuse her. Maybe the words he wrote was, “Forgiven, or I love you.”
The words are all we have. We can’t see Jesus walking the streets, performing miracles, or bending down to write in the sand, but we do have the story in the Word. It’s ours. We can hold it fast to our hearts or we can turn our back to it. The words are read with our eyes, deciphered with our mind, and if we allow, pierces straight to our heart. It is then we comprehend, and the Word sinks into our very existence. The Word is God: the hope of God, the help of God, the instructions of God, the love of God, and the gift of God. The Word is timeless. The Word is unchanging, yet changes us forever. The message of the Word is, “I love you.” Furthermore, I choose to believe it!
Dear God of Love, Thank you for your Word. With that word you spoke everything into existence. Amen
~ Jenny Calvert