I wouldn’t trade the Bible’s hard edges for anything in the world. They’re where I’m cut in order to be healed. They’re where I’m shocked out of a world of warm rooms with nice carpet and easy internet access into a world of sin and death where the God of the universe is remaking everything by the power of the rugged, blood-stained Cross of Christ.
I need to read Sodom and Korah falling into the earth and Aaron’s sons being slain by flame, and I need to read about Jesus’ narrow road and that I’m not worthy of Him if I don’t love Him more than I do my family. I need them like I need the truth about an MRI.
This is a world of great evil being offered the blood of a great God to cleanse itself in. I need to be reminded of it. Life is short.
If my house is going to blow down in the next hurricane, I want to know about it now.
And I want to go ahead and buy the right tools to re-set the foundation.
Everyone then who hears these words of mine and does them will be like a wise man who built his house on the rock. And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat on that house, but it did not fall, because it had been founded on the rock. And everyone who hears these words of mine and does not do them will be like a foolish man who built his house on the sand. And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell, and great was the fall of it.