Srewed Up In Just 62 Verses

What the heck happened?

Okay, so I’m starting to read the Bible i n a year. I’m not going to buy one of them ‘Read A Bible In A Year’ bits, because I’ve got a New King James, three NIV, a pocket New Testament, the Gideons, a ‘For Couples’ Bible, and a “paraphrase” version with some guys name on it, so I’ll go with the Serendipity version....that’s the one that follows me to church usually. I did the math, and there are 1744 pages in my Bible, and Genesis starts on pg 51. When you do the math, that works out to 4.6 pages a day. In case you didn’t notice, it’s January 9th. That puts me a few days behind, and I’m sure I’ll miss a few, so I’m aiming high and going for six a day. Starting this morning. The only rule is that I won’t finish in the middle of a chapter....finish the chapter. Well today, that ended me up to Chapter Three of Genesis. I’ve read them many times. 31240 verses in the Bible, it takes us 62 to screw it up. The other 31178 are God fixing it. So there we were, enjoying God’s grace and presence, Him actually walking with us, and we threw it away. But that’s okay, because he fixed it. We screw up...he fixes it (forgive the lowercase ‘h’...too lazy right now)....we rebel, he waits....we damage...he heals....we fall...he picks us up....he dies....we live....what is that about? What kind of God creates a wonderful masterpiece, and then invites a savage to hang out that he knows will screw it up. He was willing to risk it all, literally, just to hang out with us. That’s the kind of creator I want. That’s the kind of God, I want to know. But I still screw it up...but that’s okay.