This week I’ve put off posting something till now. There are two reasons. First is that I’ve been busy and I’ve been working on something I’m writing for my wife’s birthday.
But the second reason is that writing is most simply for me sitting at the keyboard and “opening a vein.” I’ve just been afraid what would spill out onto the screen when I got around to it.
I want to be honest here. There are things I’m struggling with like never before. I’m confused at how some things in life have shaken out. I’m unsure how some things will be worked out for the future. There have been difficult days and then there have been worse days. One could say, I am experiencing life not working out they way I think it should.
But I also want to be careful that what you read, leaves you encouraged. I pray for that. I don’t write to vent. I write to encourage.
So let me tell you, that when you are discouraged you must speak truth to your own hearts. Are you in a funk? Are you just going through the motions? Is life stale or worse than that? Here’s what you must do: you must evangelize yourself. You must say to your own soul, the truth it needs most.
The other night, the funk snapped for me. One verse of scripture did it.
He himself bore our sins in his body, on the tree, that we might die to sin and live to righteousness. By his wounds you have been healed. -1 Peter 1:24
I thought the verse through. I broke it into parts. I though about each word. I spoke it. I repeated it. I prayed it. I saved it on my phone. I came at it as many ways as I knew.
And it began to take hold of me. “Oh my soul, Jesus took your death, in his death. Oh my soul, Jesus gave you life, as he gave his. You are alive to life in him. You are alive. You are alive.” And as those words began to sink in, I began to lose sight of the circumstances, and I was joyful.
The next morning, the funk came back. This time, it died the same death as the night before. And if it shows itself a thousand times. it dies a thousand deaths. This is the effect of the Word of God working in our hearts: that we may go through the fire and not be consumed.
It was once said of John Bunyan the writer of the classic Pilgrims Progress: “Prick him anywhere—his blood is Bibline, the very essence of the Bible flows from him.” I’m not John Bunyan; you’re probably not either. But we all have the same Bibles to fill our hearts and minds. So let’s evangelize our hearts, that with him, we may all bleed Bibline when we sit down and “open a vein.”