Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Bland Rice

Lately, I have spent a considerable amount of time pouring into the Old Testament. I am loving it. In the spring I took the Pentateuch class at the Bible College, and since then I have been studying post exilic books like Ezra, Nehemiah, Haggai, and Zechariah. This was much of the basis of my solitude that I wrote about in my last post.

I am writing about it because I feel that I would be remiss if I did not spend time encouraging more people to study the Old Testament. Many people find the Old Testament to be like fried rice. Some restaurants that serve fried rice serve a delectable and moist treat with meat, eggs, vegetables, and even seafood in the rice. Some fried rice is bland and uninteresting. The best fried rice is among the best food ever, I get excited thinking about it. But when fried rice is bad, it’s uneatable.

The Old Testament however, is less hit or miss than people think. When people have a hard time being intrigued by the Old Testament it’s usually because they are too lazy to put the time in to find out what it is really saying – like people who don’t like fried rice because they are too lazy to find the restaurants that prepare it the best. I don’t care if you have to buy commentaries, create Old Testament study groups, or take classes at the Bible College; you have to pour into this spiritual goodness. The best part is – it is only through an understanding of the Old Testament that one can truly understand the New Testament and Christ himself. Without a balanced view into the whole Scripture, your picture will always be incomplete.

1 comment:

Mare said...

I normally attend services on Sunday mornings. I worked last night till 7:30 am which lead me to tonights service. What an amazing message. Couldn't have come at a better time for me...for I have been broken, suffering in agony from me lifes circumstances. You see, I left the arms of Christ for ten years and recently returned. I returned because I realized my life was not full...something was missing...that something was Jesus. In my return, at the hands of Satan I have suffered much. Recently, Satan attacked me through one of my children. With the first blow it was difficult to see where Chirst was in all of it. I have learned that in my brokenness, I am blessed. Once I rested in His arms, I realized he was there. I realized Satan is desperate...he doesn't want me to return to God. This time, I will not leave. For I know He has plans for me, plans to prosper me and not to harm me,to give me hope and a future. Yes, I am still suffering, but He is with me every step of the way. Thank you for your message tonight...I am blessed!