I remember my college roommate reading the Bible every night. We were classmates at West Point. But when I tried to read the Bible, it didn’t work. The Bible made no sense.
Is that how it is with you? Sure, you have a Bible, but you never use it. It gathers dust on the shelf. And perhaps it has a flower from the prom pressed between its pages.
Well, things changed for me. Why? I met the author of the Bible. No, I did not meet Moses or Paul. I met Jesus Christ. One day, while still in the army, I visited a chaplain. He asked me point blank, “Have you ever accepted Jesus Christ as your Lord and Savior.” I hadn’t; so I said “no!” And that chaplain began to introduce me to Christ. The chaplain showed me “that all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God” (Romans 3:23). He showed me why Christ died on the cross. He died to pay for the sins of people like me. And he showed me that I needed to confess my sins and ask God’s forgiveness. I needed to trust in Christ as the One who paid for my sins. “For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him shall not perish, but have eternal life” (John 3:16). That day I met Jesus Christ. Sure, I already knew some things about Christ, but I had never really met Him before.
And after I trusted Christ for my salvation, I wanted to read the Bible. And the Bible, which is Christ’s Book, took on a whole new meaning. I could not get enough of it. You see, getting to know the author can make all the difference.
For some direction in reading the Bible, listen to today’s podcast, “Bible Study: Not and End in Itself.”