something in the mailbox from God

I went to college before the computer/internet revolution, and though we had heard the coming WWW, we still relied on the USPS and AT&T for our long distance communication. I had a mailbox on campus (box 800332) that I checked everyday, hoping that there would be a note from someone who cared about me, or--even better--that yellow slip of paper from the campus postmaster that meant I had a package waiting.

Now that I'm all grown up, there are days when I dread going to the electronic mail box, for I know that I will have a pile of email waiting. Most of it will have to do with things that I'm either not interested in, or not supposed to look at, or be from the faithful followers of Jesus in Nigeria. But even when the mail is intended for me and OK for all viewing audiences, I find it difficult to get jazzed about the email.

I used to find myself feeling the same way about reading the Bible--like it was too familiar, too accessible, rote and routine. I know, that sounds terrible. But it was true. I ran into a new train of thought that's got me back to a place of excitement, though. Becky Tirabassi was here in March, and she challenged us tot look at each day, each time with God, each daily Bible reading as an opportunity to hear God speak.

I used to think: I've got to read my Bible today.

Now I think: I can't wait to see what God has to say to me today!

It's like looking forward to visiting the post office--there's something great waiting in my mailbox!