by Macy Johnson
“The Word became flesh and made His dwelling among us.”
(John 1:14 NIV)
Frances Havergal (1836-1879) composed the words to the hymn, “Lord, Speak to Me.” She commented, “If I am to write to any good, a great deal of living must go to a very little writing. Every word comes from God. He speaks to us so we may speak to others.” Frederick Buechner, a Presbyterian minister, wrote, “Jesus didn’t come to merely speak words that were true. He is the Word that makes us true.” “Wonderful Words of Life” was composed by Philip P. Bliss in the late 1800’s. He wrote, “Christ, the blessed one, gives to all wonderful words of life, wooing us to heaven.”
I love words. They are like cryptic shards of multicolored glass in a beautiful work of art. Alone they are empty, but matched with other pieces they create a life-giving story. Words are like music. Their tones are icing on the cake of language.
My favorite class in the fourth grade at Pensacola Christian School was Language. I remember the books, the papers, and many of the lessons which were like sunny, summer days to me. I was wired to enjoy language in many forms.
Before I moved to Austria to study music I plunged myself into the German language. After I picked apart the strange sounds, I dipped myself into the culture in order to understand and communicate clearly.
Jesus is Language, Words, the Perfect Word of Truth. I can study about Him all day, even memorize His words and actions, but until I immerse myself into Him I cannot know or understand His ways. He is my Language, my Word, my Life.
I will soak in the eternal Word today, like a sponge in a refreshing pool. I hope you will, too!