The Bible is a mysterious book. I remember as a young kid I liked reading its poetic ancient texts. Song of Songs, written by King Solomon, stood out to me. I thought this is a remarkable piece of poetry. Growing up in an agnostic household, nobody read the Bible with me at the time. So I was on my own exploring it.
When I turned 17, someone at our high school led a home Bible study and asked me if I wanted to come and join them. Accepting the invitation marked the beginning of a shift in what the Bible meant to me. I had been wondering whether or not God exists.
The home Bible study I attended was led by students. They discussed a letter the Apostle Paul had written to the Corinthians; I do not remember exactly what they were talking about. But all throughout the conversations happening on that wintry afternoon a small voice whispered deep down in my heart: it’s true. God is real.
Not sure how else to put this: The Bible is alive. It breathes God’s Spirit. It reveals the truth. Translated into almost every contemporary language spoken on this planet, its message went all around the world. This was my very first clue that God exists: the Bible spoke to me, and a piece of poetry all of a sudden turned into something more potent.
The Bible unlocks and spreads the secret that God is alive. Now that the secret was out, to me the Bible has become the most interesting piece of literature there is. I’ve been studying it ever since.
I think King David is smart in asking God to open His eyes. We have eyes that may be able to see the things around us; or we may be vision-impaired and have trouble seeing; or we may be legally blind and don’t see a thing. There is a second set of eyes that God has given us. Those eyes can see into the spiritual world. God is the only One privileged to open our spiritual eyes. Without His help we would all be spiritually blind.
We pray with King David to open the eyes of our heart, and we will see
things we have never seen before.
The story of the cross has changed everything. Mankind has never been the same.
Estranged from God, the Lord had become a vague concept; we gave up on Him as He seemed more and more removed from our reality; disconnected from the Lord as we were, we paid a price: navigating through the maze and trip-falls of life we learnt the hard way that our connection to other human beings is no substitute for knowing our Creator.
Our prospects of being reunited with the source of all life were slim to none. This profoundly changed with Easter, triggered by events occurring two millennia ago. On a scull-shaped hill in Jerusalem Jesus died nailed to a cross. It was a horrible day for His disciples and family. As much as His life had triggered hope, His death brought deep despair. If Jesus could not overcome His enemies then who else could? His grieving friends and relatives carried Jesus to the burial site, a rich man’s tomb that was donated to them. There they buried Him.
The grave site was guarded by Roman authorities when it happened. Eyewitness accounts report that the tomb was opened at dawn on the first day of the week. Matthew wrote in his gospel (Matthew 28:2-4):
“There was a violent earthquake, for an angel of the Lord came down from heaven and, going to the tomb, rolled back the stone and sat on it. His appearance was like lightning, and his clothes were white as snow. The guards were so afraid of him that they shook and became like dead men.”
In his letter to the Romans, the Apostle Paul asks us a crucial question:
If Jesus’s death brings blessing to mankind, how much more will His life?
The gift of eternal life is the greater gift. We are not saved to go on a guilt trip; we are saved to live life with God. The opportunities arising from our friendship with our Creator are absolutely limitless.
No one is happier about the results of the cross than Jesus Himself. He loves us so much; His heart is like a treasure trove, and we need to keep digging to get to know Him. One day we will see Him – face to face – and what a day that will be!