Who has measured the Spirit of the Lord, or what man shows him his counsel? Whom did he consult, and who made him understand? Who taught him the path of justice, and taught him knowledge, and showed him the way of understanding? – Isaiah 40:13-14 (ESV)
Have you ever opened up your Bible to study it or keep that resolution to read it through in a period of time only to find that what you read goes over your head and lands flat on the floor of your understanding?
It is frustrating, especially when your hope is to gain God’s wisdom in order to live a life that is pleasing to Him.
A long time ago, when I was an adolescent, I had a copy of the then-popular version of the Living Bible for teens known as, The Way. It was a soft cover Bible. My sister had a copy, too. I used to take hers and look at where she marked and highlighted. To me, the evidence that supported a read Bible was the fact that the owner had a copy that was “loved”. A “loved” Bible was one that had curled edges and the owner’s notes written in the margins as evidence of understanding the words on the pages. I wanted my Bible to look like I understood what the words meant. So, I would take my sister’s copy of The Way and go page by page and make the same marks in mine as she had in hers.
That was before salvation. As I matured, as only a young teen can, and truly understood what salvation was all about I answered the call from God on a youth retreat to be one of His adopted daughters. Through a set of circumstances due to a sprained ankle I incurred on this trip, I ended up spending most of the day-time alone in the rented beach house with nothing but my Bible and the stirring of my spirit that was lining up with God’s Spirit. It was during those hours of reading it that I realized I was not one of His children and so desired to be and made that decision.
Instantly, I began to understand the Word and everything in it. NOT!
No, salvation does not lead to instant understanding of all things in the Word. If it did, WOW! Can you imagine? Wow, again!
I had to mature in the process of disciplining myself to spend time in the Word as a serious student of it. Even that would not come until after I was a young mom. I tried to get involved in Bible studies as a high school student (even led a few at our former church). I think back over those and pray that God would redeem for good whatever I said as interpretation that was not truly of Him. I know now the seriousness of teaching the Word and not handling it accurately. I know now that teachers are held to a higher standard and it sobers me as I ponder what study to lead next. I do not desire to lead anyone astray.
Sometimes, I am so scared at the prospect of teaching God’s Word that I consider asking Him to take that gift away for fear of not pleasing Him. He is an awesome God and I do not want to take this lightly. Yet, because of this teaching gift I cannot not teach.
I think this is going to have to continue into the next post because I sense it’s taking way too much of your time to read this.
However, before I do, I have something for you to do. Go back up to the passages from Isaiah at the top of the page and on a piece of paper, jot down everything you read in those verses that describe the Holy Spirit. Put that paper near your computer. We’re going to come back to it tomorrow as we begin to dig in the Word for one of the tasks of the Holy Spirit – our resident teacher.