A couple of weeks ago, the professor of my Bible Study Methods class shared a quote from Billy Sunday about his personal reading of Scripture. He has been telling us all semester that the Bible is a book that can never be exhausted. The more one reads it, the richer it becomes. My hope is that I can one day experience the wonder of the Word the way Billy Sunday clearly did:
Twenty-nine years ago, with the Holy Spirit as my guide, I entered this wonderful temple called Christianity. I entered at the portico of Genesis, and I walked down through the Old Testament art galleries where the pictures of Noah, Abraham, Moses, Joseph, Isaac, Jacob, and Daniel hung on the wall.
I passed into the music room of the Psalms, where the Spirit swept the keyboard of nature until it seemed that every reed and pipe in God’s great organ responded to the tuneful harp of David, the sweet singer of Israel.
I entered the chamber of Ecclesiastes, where the voice of the Preacher was heard; and into the conservatory of Sharon, and the Lily of the Valley’s sweet scented spices filled and perfumed my life.
I entered the business office of the Proverbs, and then into the observatory room of the prophets, where I saw telescopes of various sizes, pointing to far-off events, but all concentrated upon the bright and morning Star, which was to rise above the moonlit hills of Judea for our salvation.
I entered the audience room of the King of kings, and I caught a vision of His glory from the standpoint of Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John. I passed into the Acts of the Apostle where the Holy Spirit was doing His work in the formation of the infant church.
Then into the correspondence room, where sat Paul, Peter, James, John, and Jude, penning their Epistles. I stepped finally in the throne room of Revelation where towered the glittering peaks, and I got a vision of the King of kings upon the throne in all His glory, and I cried: “All hail the power of Jesus’ name, let angels prostrate; bring forth the royal diadem and crown Him Lord of all!”