The System That Held Me Tight

When I look back at how I first held the Bible, the image that comes to mind is a System. Like a towering and impenetrable fortress, within its walls lay treasures of timeless truth. Each verse a stone cut with precision and each doctrine a chamber fortified against error. For me it was not primarily about devotion, prayer, or worship, at least not at first. It was about knowledge. The Bible was revelation, not so much in the sense of an encounter with mystery, but as a flawless set of p...