It seems that many believe reading Scripture is a matter of personal preference. Some enjoy it and get a lot out of it, while others cannot sit and read a paragraph without looking out the widow. It is like there are two camps. In the first camp are the holy anointed. The gifted. When they read the Word of God, the eyes are opened. Heavenly scenes play in their minds. Divine truth marches out unaided to these blessed readers. Wisdom gives herself to these chosen without measure. No interpretation is hidden from their sight. The second group is composed of simpletons. Those who must sweat just to know the names of the sons of Jacob. Those who cannot find Colossians in under a half-minute. God has hidden his word from them like eggs on Easter Sunday. He delights in their struggle for the wisdom he freely gives to others. They can know the Truth and know it well, but they would be better off letting the divines handle such glory.
These groups may exists, but why they exist makes all the difference. One may argue they exist because God ordains them so by granting some stright paths to his graces based on his divine choice. A simpler logic can be found in the number of hours each prostrates their minds under the Lamp. A studied violinist makes light of any work by the great composers. Give the novice Brahm’s Lullaby and try to sit through it without stopping up your ears. The virtuoso thinks not of inntonation, finger position, and every boy doing fine. They’ve sacrificed months, hands, and minds to get to this point. A child born is knowing to cry and find his mother’s milk and little else, much less the violin. However, when a violinist of ten thousand hours plays Paganini, we recline and cannot help but see ease of the violin’s song. What is unseen is of great import. We do not see the previous times he played it with embarrising mistakes. These he plays alone. Hours sacrificed to play effortlessly. With this skil, he stands before kings.
In the same way, the “gifted” readers are “gifted” because they have planted themselves by the boundless fountain. Evenings and mornings spent pondering the text for grace and truth. Any mature oak takes seasons to grow, so it is with a disciple of Christ. The skill of reading comes by long hours of devotion. Hours spent in the secret dawn. This is what seperates the two groups; faithfulness to the Scriptures.
Reading the Word is then an act of faith. Faith in God divinely penning His word so that all the good and honest are able to read it with delight. Faith in the Spirit to guide the hearts of his prophets and apostles to write timeless glories and wisdom. Faith in the Word to cut your heart so as to not prick you to stop up your ears, but to ask of it, “What shall I do?” This faith brings you to the transforming power of the Word.
So when you read the great texts of the Bible, that is, all of them, know that it is an act of faith on your part. See it not as paying fees to keep out of the red, but as the farmer who plants and waters all the day believing the fruit of the land will keep him well-supplied.