As the rain and the snow come down from heaven, and do not return to it without watering the earth and making it bud and flourish, so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater, so is my word that goes out from my mouth: It will not return to me empty, but will accomplish what I desire and achieve the purpose for which I sent it. (Isaiah 55:10-11)
It wasn’t until sometime after I graduated from college that I opened a Bible for the first time and read from it. Thanks to my twelve years of education in Christian schools and attendance at church every Sunday I was familiar with many of the stories in the Bible. I knew Jesus died for my sins and rose from the dead, but I never read for myself the stories in the gospels about the crucifixion and resurrection. I always was taking someone else’s word for what is written in Scripture and for many years I was fine with that. I was happy to let the “experts” to fill me in.
Christine, my roommate in my second year of college, read from her Bible every day. I can still picture her sitting on her bunk bed reading from Scripture. I admired her discipline and I was intrigued by the delight she took in reading from it, but I still wasn’t motivated to pick it up and read it for myself. Perhaps I thought it would be too hard to read…or more likely, too boring.
After college, I moved to New York City with a friend, who, like me, was an aspiring actress. Siri never failed to read her Bible every morning and before going to bed at night. She talked with me about her faith, answering my tentative questions, and invited me to her church. After about six months (and several more invitations to church) I went with her to Grace Church on lower Broadway. There, for the first time, I heard the good news that changed my life: For by grace you have been saved through faith; and this is not your own doing, it is the gift of God… (Ephesians 2:8).
Right then and there I wanted to know more about this good news of grace, how I’ve been saved through no striving or deserving of my own, so I started to read the Bible – and I couldn’t put it down. I began with the letters of Paul and I underlined everything that spoke to my heart. I still have that Bible, although the binding is shot and the pages are falling out. From time to time I’ll take it off my bookshelf and trace with my finger the ink underlining the passages that leapt out at me, some thirty years ago. I remember the joy I felt in discovering God’s word in Scripture; how I sensed he was speaking right to me in every verse I read.

my well-used first Bible
Back then I also bought several pocket Bibles so that I could read from Scripture while on a subway train or waiting on-line or for a bus. I still have those, too. One is in my car, and I read from it while waiting in the carpool line to pick up my son after school; others are in various purses and beach bags. To this day I don’t want a Bible to be far from my reach.
Several years after my first encounter with the gospel of grace I went to seminary, an undertaking I had not anticipated, yet felt called by God to do. It’s probably not a surprise that my favorite courses were about the Bible. In due time I graduated and was ordained and charged with preaching the word I had come to cherish and study intensively. But sadly, not long after taking up my calling of preaching and teaching, I stopped reading the Bible. Continue reading


