Driving home Sunday afternoon, seven year old Beka was still pondering the message her Daddy had preached that morning.
“Dad, you know how you said that when we open the Bible God speaks to us?”
“Yes,” I think her Daddy was pleased to know that his youngest child had heard part of the sermon, despite her wriggling, scribbling, fidgeting, daydreaming and loudly dropping her notebook that morning.
“I don’t get it,” she admitted.
I waited, wondering how he would bring the whole “the Bible is the inspired God-breathed Word of God” doctrine down to her level. I was glad she asked him, not me. I wasn’t sure what I would have said.
“You know how you write love letters to me, where you tell me how much you love me?”
“Yea…” she hesitated, probably wondering where this answer was coming from.
“When you write, ‘I love you, Daddy’ and I read it, I know that it is YOU speaking to me. It’s just like that when Jesus puts something on paper for us to read,” said her daddy.
Her enthusiastic, “Oh, I GET IT!” thrilled my heart.
We often tell the kids the Bible is God’s love letter to us, written to express the love He showed by sending His Son Jesus. Scott’s explanation was PERFECT for the little girl who daily showers us with love notes, sliding them under doors, hiding them in shirt pockets, in luggage when we are traveling, on our desks, and pillows.
She understood one of God’s methods of showing His love is a method she uses – love letters.