The Word is the mouth of Jesus and what comes from the mouth stems from the heart. The beat of which pulses through the ink and offers itself to every generation right on time.
It is the torn veil. The broken bread. The water which fills my cup until it runneth over.
When spoken out loud it makes me more than myself. When read in quiet I’m reminded of the stillness of friendship.
God’s Word connects a resurrected people with a supernatural cause.
It is evidence in a courtroom, medicine in a hospital, tools in a shop, and the sail of a ship.
The last hope of a dying man.
The God of my promise.
Image Credit: William A. Coulter. “Maria E Smith at the Golden Gate.”