I was one of those guys that carried my lunch to school. When I was a little kid, I carried one of those old school metal lunch boxes that got rusty and funky and was thrown away at the end of the school year. Part of the excitement of the new school year rolling around was picking out a new lunch container that became a daily partner.
I got older and was too cool for the Goofy lunch box and was promoted to the brown bag. My mom and dad loved, therefore, my mother packed that brown bag full of good stuff. I ate my share of ham sandwiches, Doritos (nacho cheese or taco), dessert was always a must (sugar is my favorite food group), lots of times it was chocolate pudding in a can (you always licked the lid, risking getting cut was part of the lunch adventure) or a can of diced peaches (you drank the juice back in the day because it was packed in “heavy syrup”). My point was made earlier, my brown bag was packed with great stuff. God’s Word is too. If that’s true and it is why do we not value it, read it, go where it is read out loud (corporate worship) and why are we not obedient to it? Do you remember when cereal boxes came with prizes or toys in them? You kind of picked your cereal by what was in the box versus what cereal you actually liked (then your parents got mad when you didn’t eat it). The Bible is kind of liked that, its truth is a grand prize that we should be anxious to examine.
Hebrews 4:12 says, it is “living and active, sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing to the division of soul and of spirit, of joints and of marrow, and discerning the thoughts and intentions of the heart.” We should be opening this thing up like one Mama Ansell’s lunches, waiting with great expectation to see what is in it, anticipating its power being unleashed into our lives. One of the ways God speaks to us is through His written Word. If we believed that would we open it up, wondering like a kid at Christmas, “What is God going to say to me today!?”
In Luke 10 Jesus tells a woman named Martha she was distracted (pulled away) by many things. I think that might be our problem, we are distracted. Too busy with family reunions, 7 on 7 and vacations to pay any attention to God. I wonder if we treat Jesus a lot like a mother in law who lives in the back bedroom. What I mean is we ask her to come out at special occasions like Christmas and Easter, ask her show herself but then send her back to her room when the special event is over. See you next year, mom.
Just my random thoughts for the day. He told me to tell you that.