...demolish?

demolish..

-to break to pieces.

I will never forget attending chapel one morning. There was a guest speaker. His name, no clue. His purpose, no idea. All I will remember, forever, is that he stood up, showed us his Bible, and it was apparent that he was a man of God. Why? Because his Bible was demolished, and that's exactly what he called it. He had, and still was, in the process of breaking it to pieces. He knew what it said. He knew who it was written to. He knew it had purpose in his life.

From that moment on, as oxymoron as it is, I was envious of him. I wanted to demolish my own Bible. I wanted it to appear to be torn, spilled with ink, almost ripped to shreds.

Moses, in Exodus 34:29ish, after coming from the presence of God, was radiant. He was literally shining. People noticed. And they thought it to be weird. What does that look like for me today? When I come from the presence of God, spending time with him in prayer, diggin in his Word, am I shining? Is it obvious that I just came from spending some legit time with my Father? I only pray that my time with him rubs off onto others. As was once said...I may be the only Bible some people read.