“If you believe what you like in the Gospel, and reject what you don't like, it is not the Gospel you believe, but yourself.”
If Jesus didn't think he could handle life without knowing the Scripture inside and out, what makes you think you can?
GENESIS 3-5
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I keep thinking about Augustine’s reminder that if I only accept the parts of the Gospel I like, then I am not really believing the Gospel at all, but only myself. And Keller’s point hits just as hard: if Jesus Himself depended on knowing Scripture deeply, why would I ever think I could navigate life without it?
One of the beautiful realities about Scripture is that even when I read the same passage over and over again, I do not come to it as the same person. My circumstances change. My heart shifts. My understanding grows. And somehow, in the mystery of God’s Spirit, the same words speak in new ways. It is almost like waking up each day wondering, “What will God reveal today?” There is real hope in that. Scripture is not stale or fixed on the page. It is living. And God is always at work.
In Genesis, when Adam and Eve heard God walking in the garden, they hid. And God called out, “Where are you?” I have read that passage so many times, but this time those words land differently. I hear God’s heart behind them. Not accusation. Not fury. But pursuit. A Father calling out, not because He does not know where they are, but because they no longer know where they belong. And sometimes I feel that same call echoing across generations, especially toward men: “Where are you? Where is your heart? Where is your courage? Where is your faith?”
And then I turn to Joseph in Matthew. His life was shaped by listening. Three times God spoke to him in dreams, and three times Joseph obeyed. Quietly. Faithfully. No speeches. No drama. Just trust. And Jesus was protected because Joseph stayed attentive to God’s voice.
The more I think about it, the more I realize how layered Scripture really is. I had never before connected the Joseph of the New Testament to the Joseph of Genesis, both protectors, both rejected, both instruments of God’s rescue. One saved his family during famine. The other helped raise the Savior who would redeem the world. Both suffered. Both obeyed. Both became instruments of grace. And here I am, all these years later, seeing it as if for the first time.
That is the beauty of returning to Scripture again and again. God keeps unfolding more. He keeps drawing back the curtain on His heart. Sometimes the words comfort me. Sometimes they unsettle me. Sometimes they convict me. But together they anchor my faith and remind me who God truly is. Without hearing His voice in Scripture, I honestly think I would drift.
And yet at the center of all of it stands grace:
Because of His great love, God made us alive in Christ. Not by works. Not by effort. Not by performing well. But as a gift. We are His handiwork. Formed with purpose. Invited into His story.
So I keep reading. I keep returning. I keep listening. Because God still speaks and every day holds the possibility of seeing something new not because the words change, but because God is still shaping me through them.
I keep thinking about Augustine’s reminder that if I only accept the parts of the Gospel I like, then I am not really believing the Gospel at all, but only myself. And Keller’s point hits just as hard: if Jesus Himself depended on knowing Scripture deeply, why would I ever think I could navigate life without it?
One of the beautiful realities about Scripture is that even when I read the same passage over and over again, I do not come to it as the same person. My circumstances change. My heart shifts. My understanding grows. And somehow, in the mystery of God’s Spirit, the same words speak in new ways. It is almost like waking up each day wondering, “What will God reveal today?” There is real hope in that. Scripture is not stale or fixed on the page. It is living. And God is always at work.
In Genesis, when Adam and Eve heard God walking in the garden, they hid. And God called out, “Where are you?” I have read that passage so many times, but this time those words land differently. I hear God’s heart behind them. Not accusation. Not fury. But pursuit. A Father calling out, not because He does not know where they are, but because they no longer know where they belong. And sometimes I feel that same call echoing across generations, especially toward men: “Where are you? Where is your heart? Where is your courage? Where is your faith?”
And then I turn to Joseph in Matthew. His life was shaped by listening. Three times God spoke to him in dreams, and three times Joseph obeyed. Quietly. Faithfully. No speeches. No drama. Just trust. And Jesus was protected because Joseph stayed attentive to God’s voice.
The more I think about it, the more I realize how layered Scripture really is. I had never before connected the Joseph of the New Testament to the Joseph of Genesis, both protectors, both rejected, both instruments of God’s rescue. One saved his family during famine. The other helped raise the Savior who would redeem the world. Both suffered. Both obeyed. Both became instruments of grace. And here I am, all these years later, seeing it as if for the first time.
That is the beauty of returning to Scripture again and again. God keeps unfolding more. He keeps drawing back the curtain on His heart. Sometimes the words comfort me. Sometimes they unsettle me. Sometimes they convict me. But together they anchor my faith and remind me who God truly is. Without hearing His voice in Scripture, I honestly think I would drift.
And yet at the center of all of it stands grace:
Because of His great love, God made us alive in Christ. Not by works. Not by effort. Not by performing well. But as a gift. We are His handiwork. Formed with purpose. Invited into His story.
So I keep reading. I keep returning. I keep listening. Because God still speaks and every day holds the possibility of seeing something new not because the words change, but because God is still shaping me through them.
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