When I read scripture, I'm moved by the way its voice rings with holy zing. Its words strike me in the heart, or conscience, and urge me to change my ways. They comfort, encourage and inform. They remind me that the way I think is not the way He thinks.
Scripture sparkles with light. In its words, I recognize the Father's voice. His words affect me like no human's words.
I have favorite writers and McCourt is one of them, but his words don't admonish me or cause me to change my ways. They warm my heart but they don't stir it. I read his words for pleasure, a treat, but I read God's word for spiritual nourishment, a necessity.
After His resurrection, Jesus caught up to two disciples on the road to Emmaus (about 7 miles from Jerusalem). They were discussing the crucifixion. Jesus joined their discussion, quietly at first. Then, He explained to them the meaning of His death and all the events leading up to and after it. After a shared meal, Jesus disappeared. It was then the two men realized who had been speaking with them. One said:
Burn. That word aptly describes the feeling that comes from reading holy writing. No other book contains words that move us to the depth of our souls, transforming, burning words that change us.Were not our hearts greatly moved and burning within us while He was talking with us on the road and as He opened and explained to us [the sense of] the Scriptures? (Luke 24:32)
His words, in His voice, are still changing people. No other writer's words can do that.
Rose McCormick Brandon is a frequent contributor to several publications. She also publishes stories of British Home Children at The Promise of Home.