Our Only Infallible Rule
The Bible is often hard for me to read. When I read the Bible, it reads me, examines me, and studies me. The Holy Spirit carries me through many emotions as I am confronted with the unvarnished and unwavering truth of God. The Spirit convicts me, crushes me, searches me, saddens me, grips me, chastens me, and humbles me as He brings me to my knees in utter dependence on the gospel. Then the Spirit comforts me, assures me, exhilarates me, comes to my aid, and reminds me of the glorious inheritance secured for me by Christ, with whom I am seated in the heavenlies. What’s more, the Bible is hard for me to read because when I read it, it is often difficult for me not to stop and examine a particular text, a particular phrase, or a particular word. It is hard not to turn to one of my commentaries and carefully ponder the rich beauty of the truth of God’s Word. It is hard not to stop and pray at every turn, at every point of conviction, and at every point of mystery.