Sometimes in school, I would sit in class and understand everything the teacher was talking about. The questions made sense. The answers made sense. I knew exactly what she was talking about. I was this genius who was surrounded by these poor fools who didn't have a clue. (Confession: I'm not a genius. I had to use spell check to spell genius. My first attempt was "jeanus." My laptop actually laughed at me. Then laughed harder when I started to cry.)
And then I'd get home and forget everything I ever knew. It's like I became a moron. And for some reason, this genius-to-moron transformation seemed to happen a lot with math. I couldn't figure out how to turn my calculator on. I was confused why there were letters and numbers all mixed together. And why did the teacher only assign odd numbered questions for homework? Did she have something against even numbers? Those were tough times.
As much as I hated when that happened with school stuff, it really bothered me when it happened with church stuff. At church I pretty much understood all the preacher was saying. I knew where to open the Bible and what to read. Sometimes I didn't even need my Bible; the verses were on the screen. It was pretty easy to follow. Then I'd get home and try to read the Bible for myself. Clueless. What should I read? How long should I read for? What am I supposed to be learning? What does that word mean? Is learning about God supposed to be this hard?
For the next four weeks we are going to be talking about the Bible. We're going to spend some time figuring out the what's and how's of reading the Bible. Join us this Wednesday @ 7 pm as we start "Understand: Making Sense of the Bible."
Each week two blogs will be posted for Blast and Ignite.