“More than half of Americans think the Bible has too little influence on a culture they see in moral decline, yet only one in five Americans read the Bible on a regular basis, according to a new survey. The survey showed the Bible is still firmly rooted in American soil: 88 percent of respondents said they own a Bible, 80 percent think the Bible is sacred, 61 percent wish they read the Bible more, and the average household has 4.4 Bibles. If they do read it, the majority (57 percent) only read their Bibles four times a year or less. Only 26 percent of Americans said they read their Bible on a regular basis (four or more times a week).”
God and me.
We hang together.
He loves the little stuff more than I do.
He loves details that I miss.
He loves – hurts – lives – so much more than I ever do or will.
I have become immune.
I choose to be become immune from so much.
I choose to filter.
I ration me.
I only have so many seconds in each minute.
I focus on those I know, those I love, those who love me.
I am finite.
My relationships are finite.
They are too small to be a percentage of any population.
His are not.
His are infinite.
His are exclusive to each.
If each desires.
Surveys are numbers, Paul. A small number of people asked and answering. And then the numbers are made bigger. How do you reach the whole of anything, Paul? I never did. In “the bible” I only reach a few.
More than half of Americans think the Bible has too little influence on a culture they see in moral decline, yet only one in five Americans read the Bible on a regular basis, according to a new survey.
You ever pondered how anyone can make that a truth, Paul? You have to reach the whole population. The ones who agreed – and all the ones who didn’t. The ones who were available – and all the ones who weren’t. The one who wanted to be asked – and all the ones who didn’t. You ever tried to reach everyone?
Yes … the RSVPs to a party, a daughter’s wedding, a church activity …
How many are we talking about – a handful … ? Yet how much time and energy does that take to get an answer from “everyone” – and how often have you managed to ever get an answer from even “all” that small number.
None! Not ever!
And then what about the week after, the year after … What if you asked the same question then … Same answers – different answers, same respondents – different respondents … ? Is this ever a “truth” – or a one-off snapshot?
The thing I love most about God?
I cannot love everyone. I can only love a few at a time. God can. God does. God is. I cannot love “more than half the population” of anywhere. I know because I have tried – globally and locally. But there are just too many I cannot connect with – too many I cannot even reach (and too many I don’t want to reach!).
God can. God does. God is.
I know that as well. I see that every day as well. I see those I cannot stand who love God. I read about those I cannot reach who love God. I hear about those I don’t want to reach who love God. All talk about God … see God in details … in small stuff … in ordinary stuff. And some even talk about the bible.
How do you reach the whole of anything, Paul? I never did. In the bible I reach only a few.
I miss God when I live apart from Him. But I know that apartness more and more. I know because I want to be together – to share the details – to talk about the small stuff – all the ordinary stuff.
God and me. We hang together and I do read my bible.
Not because I should (or should not) …
But because I want to.