Today I had a rare break from the children, and I took the opportunity to read a very well-written book. Robin Lee Hatcher is one of my favorite Christian romance authors; I read a new book of hers called Heart of Gold, which I checked out from the library. I devoured it within a few short hours. Anyway, the preacher in the book reminded me of an important principle in Christianity which I call saturation.
Why do you suppose preachers are paid to preach and visit really sick people and, at least in the old days, not much else? It’s because they need to spend as many waking hours as possible in the Bible so that they can pass the revelation they receive from God onto the congregation.
But here’s the catch. All Christians are called to live like preachers. We’re all supposed to saturate ourselves in the Word of God. I have most definitely not been doing that for a while. For most of my Christian life I can honestly say that I did saturate myself in the Word of God, prayer, and seeking the Lord. But raising young ones as a grandmother has been the thing that shifted my focus.
I’ve written a lot here on the blog about being crabby. That’s not even my normal nature as a non-Christian. I’ve always mostly been just an all-around sweet and bubbly person. I guess what’s happened is that I’ve got too much of the world getting on the inside of me and not enough of the spiritual things of God.
The idea of being alone with God and focusing wholeheartedly on His Word excites me as much as anything the world has to offer. I’ve been depriving myself of what’s best in life, and as of today I’ve thoroughly realized it. This is one rut I’m particularly excited to pull out of.
“…you also, as living stones, are being built up a spiritual house, a holy priesthood, to offer up spiritual sacrifices acceptable to God through Jesus Christ.” 1 Peter 2:5 NKJ