The Bible: Notes of Love, or Charges Made By a Disappointed Father?

A teenage girl walks into the bathroom and vomits quietly into the sink, tiny flecks of her barely existent lunch sticking to the mirror. When she looks into the glass, she sees a stranger. She sits on the toilet and puts her face in her hands.

Then she sees it – on the floor, written on a torn scrap of toilet paper, a note to her from someone who loves her.

* * * * *

The boy slides the blade down his arm, a small trail of ruby red welling up in its wake. He thinks he deserves it, this pain, for all the things he allowed his grandfather to do to him throughout the years.

But on the back of his prescription, he sees that someone has written him a note. Kindness. And for the first time, he understands the truth.

* * * * *

The man pulls a chair up at the bar, alone and ready to once again drop the hazy curtain on this disappointing life. Nervously waiting for his first drink, he flips the coaster over. What’s this? Encouragement? Hope? Life?

He barely recognizes those things.

* * * * *

What if, for just a moment, we stopped viewing the Bible as harsh words from a disappointed father?

What if the Bible became a note of love, written to you, meant to draw you into a life of hope and adventure, love and action?

“If you’ll hold on to me for dear life,” says God, “I’ll get you out of any trouble. I’ll give you the best of care if you’ll only get to know and trust me.” Psalm 91:14

 

7 Replies to “The Bible: Notes of Love, or Charges Made By a Disappointed Father?”

  1. Lately, I’ve been viewing the Bible as a set misunderstood stories of people, and a set of theologies that become more irrelevant every time someone tries to setup their own logical conclusion.

    I’d love for the Bible to become a note of love, but that personal connection has been abused by church leaders and agendas. It’s a hard place to be in.

  2. This is lovely and extraordinary. What if we wondered about the pain in another’s life before charging on with a story of our own. Great challenge, friend.

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