Sick of What. Give me Who.
I stared at my Bible and thought, I really should read it, but I don’t want to.
Tired of being reminded of all the commands I’d break before bedtime — before breakfast if I’m being honest — I sighed.
How do some Christians live with power and faith that could move mountains — perhaps even literally — and I just live? I know there’s more to this Christian life than existence! What am I missing?
And then a thought struck me.
I bet the answer is in the Bible. Perhaps it’s time to read the whole thing.
I picked up my Bible and prayed, “Show me Yourself, God, on every page. I’m sick of rules to keep in hopes of becoming a better Christian. I just want to see You, Lord. Amen.”
I wanted transformation, not information — the Who of the Bible, not the What.
I was sick of What. Give me Who. Please!