If I have any obsession in life, it is the Bible.
This living Word of God is life to me. Its words speak to me. Its pulse stirs my blood as surely as my own heart pumps.
If I spend precious hours studying something, it is most likely Scripture-related. Better comprehension of Hebrew and Greek means a clearer comprehension of what an original writer was communicating. Better knowledge of history, geography and archeology gives me better knowledge of context. Better understanding of culture means better understanding of the people, their motives, their actions.
At some point, as I studied the Bible, a funny thing started to happen. The Bible's saints came as alive as His Word. Reading about people such as David and Abigail and Mary (sister of Martha) and Joseph (husband of Mary) and Samuel and Jeremiah started to feel like reading a Facebook status of one of my family members—remote, but with an immediacy that puts me right there with them.
Just as I'm always excited to connect in person with people who are family in Christ, whom I meet via the internet, I started looking forward to the day I would meet these brothers and sisters in the Lord.
Like the internet, the Bible has become a door through which distance and time diminish. The wind of Israel from 3000 miles and 3000 years away is not stale when I breathe it. To know these people whom I shall soon meet, I study the connections between various passages of Scripture. Combined with other biblical studies, and a little conjecture, I am able to fill in details of genealogy and life events and personality.
One day, my imagination started considering what the lives might have been like of these people I've come to love. I started writing down the possibilities, like the script of a movie. Without ever planning it or considering what it might mean to be a novelist, I wrote a compelling story in a voice that sounds to me not unlike the NKJV Bible I've read cover to cover, over and over.
Writing biblical fiction has crossed over from something fanciful to serious work. Publishing industry professionals have given me encouraging nods. And despite a number of pleas from me to let this go, the Lord seems to keep prodding me forward.
I cannot presume that those prods mean I will someday be published. But for now, I continue to step through the open doors which the Lord puts before me. This next week I will once again attend the ACFW writers conference, hosted this year in St. Louie.
My prayer is that the Lord will not allow me to miss His best will for me, whatever that might be.
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