Here’s a familiar verse–‘I have hidden your word in my heart that I might not sin against you’ (Psalm 119:11). God’s Word, hidden in our hearts and minds, becomes an impregnable wall against encroaching sin. A holy hedge. A godly fence.
The word ‘hidden’ often translates as ‘stored up’. Sometimes you hide something if you’re afraid it could be stolen or when you don’t want to share. But here ‘hidden’ refers to having a storehouse of needed help.
Let’s store up God’s Word. Take it in. Chew on it. Squirrel it away. A godly rainy day fund. Stashed away. Then put to work for Him.
When I was a student at Chicago’s Moody Bible Institute, my spiritual immaturity stored up too little of God’s Word. I was a top student. Loved the biblical scholastic challenges. Graduated 2nd in my class. And, yes, there were more than 2 of us. Like hundreds, wisenheimer! But I seemed to relish food even more.
We ate well at Moody. Institutional food there was surprisingly delicious, especially those Sunday morning cheese omelets. So yummy and gooey! When I overslept weekday breakfast, I’d go to the Sweet Shoppe and order one of Pop Mitchell’s own, over-the-top, 3-egg cheddar cheese omelets. Fluffy and tangy. Slid down my gullet so easily!
Walking back from historic Moody Church, about a mile from the school, I’d stop by a funky hot dog stand that served the most amazing loaded franks, along with gobs of the greasiest French fries I’d ever eaten, all wrapped in old newspaper. Needed protective clothing to avoid the dripping stains! Don’t remember much of the sermons I heard at Moody Church, but have never forgotten that jaw-dropping hot dog stand. See what I mean?
Distracted. Earthbound. Carnal. Too little storehouse of God’s Word. It was telling. Took it’s toll on me. How about you? Interruptions galore, making your time in the Bible only if available, with nothing better to do? Weather-permitting? Anybody have a TV Guide? Where’s my I-phone? My I-pad? Sound familiar? Sadly, I know.
But not any longer. I’ve learned my lesson. No more scratching the surface for me. Taking the low road of nibbling on the Bible, toying with the Word of God, snacking and sampling, leads to nowhere fast. And that’s on a good day. Regretfully, I know.
So, get into your Bible. Get it into you. Hidden. Every day. Let it be a storehouse. Will come in handy, for sure! Gladly, I know!
Thank you, Lord, for help found in your Word just when I need it most. For Jesus’ sake. Amen.