Hannah Capps
Let the Redeemed of the Lord Say So
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Books are things to be savored, not bitten into in haste. I find myself wanting to gorge upon large tomes. Yet in the glut I miss the nuggets of truth, of wit, of a life well spent or ill lived. Even in my daily tasks, the ‘mundane’ can become beautiful. This is what is meant by the verse ‘and whatever you do, in word or in deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him.’ Colossians 3:17
The best setting for reading is all day, roasting, marinating in the sweat and grit of the text. Biting into the chew and savoring the taste. ‘For taste and see that the Lord is good.’ Psalm 34:8
Life is lived so often in fits and starts; before you know it, the most precious commodity is spent: time.
The same can be said of my writing: rushed. As if I have something to ‘prove’ to myself.
The still small voice, mine, God’s, and past writers and poets alike, cannot be hurried along. In this, you miss the full richness.
My spelling often embarrasses me, even in my own journalings. The thought is lost in this ingrained task of making said first draft edited as the final one. I sometimes wonder if that is how translations and first, second, and third editions of books are written. I think not. They’d be dry, lacking in substance.
There is beauty to be had in the biblical texts; how much I long for others to see this. Then the realization they cannot, not without the Holy Spirit. Not without divine inspiration, not without experiential knowledge.
‘How sweet a word fitly spoken is, as apples of gold in settings of silver.’ Proverbs 25:11
This is wisdom, truth and knowledge breaking bread. When to speak and when to stay silent—there is a time for everything under the sun. As is written in the third chapter of Ecclesiastes.
‘For the excellency of knowledge is that wisdom preserves the life of the one who has it.’ Ecclesiastes 7:12
The best setting for reading is all day, roasting, marinating in the sweat and grit of the text. Biting into the chew and savoring the taste. ‘For taste and see that the Lord is good.’ Psalm 34:8
Life is lived so often in fits and starts; before you know it, the most precious commodity is spent: time.
The same can be said of my writing: rushed. As if I have something to ‘prove’ to myself.
The still small voice, mine, God’s, and past writers and poets alike, cannot be hurried along. In this, you miss the full richness.
My spelling often embarrasses me, even in my own journalings. The thought is lost in this ingrained task of making said first draft edited as the final one. I sometimes wonder if that is how translations and first, second, and third editions of books are written. I think not. They’d be dry, lacking in substance.
There is beauty to be had in the biblical texts; how much I long for others to see this. Then the realization they cannot, not without the Holy Spirit. Not without divine inspiration, not without experiential knowledge.
‘How sweet a word fitly spoken is, as apples of gold in settings of silver.’ Proverbs 25:11
This is wisdom, truth and knowledge breaking bread. When to speak and when to stay silent—there is a time for everything under the sun. As is written in the third chapter of Ecclesiastes.
‘For the excellency of knowledge is that wisdom preserves the life of the one who has it.’ Ecclesiastes 7:12
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