Θαυμαζω. Marvel, wonder at, be amazed. That’s the euphoric state in which I currently reside. The Consuming Fire has consumed my heart with a passionate love for His word. Never before have I felt this intense desire–need, almost–to excavate God’s infallible, inerrant word and search it for Truth.
I feel like the prophet Jeremiah in a slightly different context. This fire for theology burns within my bones. I cannot keep it pent inside. I must talk about it with everyone whom I know. I’m sure my friends are sick of my incessant talk about theology, about my consant desire to be studying rather than spending time with them. I do spend time with them–just not as much as I used to.
This fire is even burning into my nightly rest. I lie awake for hours pondering my most recent theological inquiry. I wake up at 2 a.m. and the musings once again imprision me, so I lumber out of bed and pick up my weapon of choice–The Holy Bible, the Greek New Testament, my laptop–or, more recently, J.I Packer’s Evangelism and the Sovereignty of God or the abridged version of Calvin’s Institutes.
I can’t get enough. It’s an insatiable hunger that, the more I feed it, the more it wants to be fed.
I must continue to throw sticks (and perhaps someday logs) on this fire that the Lord sovereignly ordained to consume me. I will never let go.