I was struck by the wonder of the fact that, this morning, I could read fluently the text on the page, and effortlessly be taken to the scene it describes, which then informs the prayer we share.
I was watching a reporter this lunchtime reviewing the squiggles on his spiral notebook page. How shorthand translates into text completely baffles me. I have no insight at all. But to him, I guess it’s as clear as this morning’s passage of scripture.
It is more than just mechanical skills in which we have become fluent though.
Some things people say capture a situation, and when reported transport us to that insight. For us to be able to read and wonder, someone needs to see and write what they see. And it needs to have been something worth seeing. An insight into truth.
We can do a lot of reading, and see nothing. We can sometimes read one word, and a universe opens up to us.
Use you fluency to read God’s words; allow your spirit to see the Word in what you read.
PS The reporter was writing, I assume, some of the interchanges between Princess Anne and the guests at Streetlife. She had words in season for everyone she met. Recording them, though, won’t totally convey the grace of her presence.