When I was little, the neighborhood ladies used to come over for coffee. They and my mom sat at our dining room table and talked. About stuff and then, inevitably, about their kids. My mom had lots of kids so my name didn’t come up very often.
But when it did, my ears, which were always listening from a nearby bedroom, would perk way up.
No, no, no, I’d think.
“No, no, no!,” I’d want to run from the bedroom yelling. But I was too shy. And too polite. And I’d heard somewhere that children should be seen and not heard.
I didn’t like being talked about. Wait, that’s not quite right. I did like to be talked about, I just cringed at being misquoted, misrepresented, misunderstood. Even when the anecdotes were favorable.
I wonder if God listens to us from heaven and thinks, No, No, No!
I wonder if He ever wants to run down from heaven and shout it.
Wait, He did.
He listened to His people getting it wrong for a really long, patient time, and then finally “He put on righteousness as his breastplate, and the helmet of salvation on his head.” He put on human flesh, too, then stepped down from heaven to set us straight. (Isaiah 59:17a)
I get into discussions with fellow Christian bloggers every now and then who don’t think God has anything new to say. How boring for Him to live eternally and have nothing new to say, nothing more to reveal about Himself, no more mystery. How arrogant of us to think we’ve heard it all.
Acts 3:21 says that God is going to restore everything. I wonder if everything includes His written word. For sure it includes our misunderstandings. misquotations and misrepresentations of it.
That childhood memory was brought to mind this morning by a discussion in the comment section of another post.
And I wondered whether perhaps the only things that are written in stone, the only biblical Words that have not been corrupted by human minds and human hands, are the ones He wrote Himself.