My Liberian Appetite

Have you ever had a massive plate of delicious food in front of you, but somehow your just not hungry? Nothing on the plate grabs you. The smell invites no deep desires from within and the taste fails to inspire. You nibble around the edges, pick out the most interesting looking bits of food, and push the rest around with your fork. You make patterns in the mashed potatoes with your fork and to be honest, this whole eating thing bores you.

For the last few years, that has been how I’ve felt when I approached the Bible. I knew it was delicious and wholesome and good for me, etc…but it never really gripped me. I’d idle from book to book, reading a chapter of Matthew, then picking at a psalm lazily, while swishing around a slurp of Leviticus with complete disinterest. I found it all kind of dull. It didn’t grab me.
Since I’ve been here my spiritual metabolism has taken a quantam shift. I quite simply can’t get enough of the Bible. I’m serious. Lately I’ve been approaching it like I approach one of my Mom’s steaks. I’ve been taking big bites of it, and I usually forget to chew. Everything seems to leap out somehow. There always seems to be a verse that speaks directly to me, a verse that must have been written with just this moment in my life in mind. The miraculous thing about the Bible is that it has something to say about every part of your life! The repercussions of believing that are just starting to hit me.

I’ve actually managed to misplace my Bible somewhere. It’s driving me crazy. I’m starving! (Don’t worry, its only spiritual. I get fed well.) I stumble around the house searching for it like a lost man stumbling around the desert looking for water.

I’d like to invite you on this journey of mine. Next time you grab your Bible, come to it with a spirit of expectancy. Take faith in the fact that there is something in there for you, in the situation your in, that speaks directly to how you feel, and then just you would with your favorite meal, dig in!