It’s Not a Manual for a Commodore 64

It’s Not a Manual for a Commodore 64

It’s Not a Manual for a Commodore 64

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In Biblical history, there was a 400 year period before the birth of Jesus known as the “Silent Years.” It was the period between the end of the Old Testament and the beginning of the New. The voice of God was silent. I think it was kind of like a spiritual “Great Depression.” People were starving for the bread of God’s word, but not a crumb could be found. There was no prophetic voice of hope. For many, the COVID era has been like the “Silent Years.”

But we are in a much better place. Our spiritual pantry is not bare but stuffed with fresh bread waiting to be opened. Jeremiah 15:16 says, “When I discovered your words, I devoured them. They are my joy and my heart’s delight, for I bear your name…” God’s Word will speak to us and inspire, encourage, correct, direct, and feed our hungry hearts.

Let’s remember. God’s Word is as old as dirt, but it’s still breathing, kind of like Yoda. It is a living book, not an owner’s manual for a Commodore 64 computer. When God speaks to us through the Bible everything gets better.

It’s the soothing cream on an eczema rash. It is better than the first few sips of coffee in the dark hours of the morning. It’s the pair of tweezers that gently pulls the splinter from our big toe. It’s the shut gun that has a loud cocking noise to chase away the thief in our house. God’s Word calms the crazy thoughts running wild in our minds like children on a sugar high just before bed on a school night. When we feel lower than a forgotten pebble at the bottom of a muddy stream, God’s Word reaches down and picks us up.

We’re not talking about words on a page. This is wisdom, hope, and divine direction for life’s greatest challenges and conundrums. Give it a try. And before you read, pray this simple prayer from Psalm 119:18 – “Open my eyes that I may see wonderful things in your law.”

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