Thread by @BethMooreLPM

Presently in the book of Jeremiah in my daily reading. Have you ever heard anything more beautiful than these 2 lines of poetry in Ch 15?

“Your words were found and I ate them. Your words became a delight to me and the joy of my heart, for I bear your name, Lord God of Armies.”

I knew someone who felt this way. Bible study was not only a spiritual discipline to him. It was the delight of his life. Though I could not quite define what distinguished him, I knew that I wanted it and began to pray for it with all my heart. And the Lord granted it.

A guy who worked with him told me that, earlier the very day my mentor went home to be with Jesus, he’d gone on and on to him about several verses in Ephesians.

I‘ll tell the story as long as I live because I believe with everything in me God would do this for any believer.

I believe this love is there for the asking. For the seeking. For the knocking. I mean for the asking the rest of our days for a love for Scripture that draws us back to those sacred pages no matter what life throws at us. An earnest deposit of the same Holy Spirit who breathed

the text dwells within each Jesus follower. When we engage the text with knowing God as our mission—let me say that again: with knowing, loving, serving God as our mission, not just preparing a message—the Spirit quickens those words with life & they become as honey from a comb.

I am asked over and over again why I never quit amid all the hate and ridicule. I will say again that it never ever occurs to me to quit. The delight I find in Christ and the joy I find in the Scriptures, the words of consolation, hope, insight, understanding, lament, leadership,

expectation, declaration, exhilaration, life-direction, warning and praise, bring me back to my feet over & over. And then here is how you may know you have the spiritual gift of teaching: you can’t keep it to yourself. I know the joy that can be had in Jesus. And I am obsessed—

I do mean obsessed—with telling anyone I can find that they can have him, too.

“After this, many of his disciples turned back and no longer walked with him. So Jesus said to the Twelve, ‘Do you want to go away as well?’ Simon Peter answered him, ‘Lord, to whom shall we go?

You have the words of eternal life.’” John 6:66-68

Even when I’m confused, disappointed, mad, depressed or devastated that Jesus did not answer as I hoped or intervene as I pled or deliver as I begged, even when my heart feels dull & heaven feels far, really, to whom would I go?

Who is like Jesus? No one I know. I trust this Savior I cannot see or fully understand or adequately perceive more than all the promise-makers and movers and shakers on earth. Gimme Jesus.