and the Word was God

Studying my favorite book of the Bible this year with some other brothers and sisters, and as we began looking at the author and the context in which it (John) was written, I could almost physically see the wistfulness in each written word. The disciple whom Jesus loved was nearing the end of his life, outliving the eleven other partners he no doubt missed. Having helped grow a movement, he grins while reading through the accounts penned by MM&L that document the life of Christ.

But as he sits and recalls the other moments left unpenned, as he ponders the personal miracles witnessed up close that are left undocumented, as his heart nears bursting reflecting on who that Savior of His really was when he walked those paths trod by others, John hobbles quickly to that table of his and brushes away some of the clutter and finds a space, a space just big enough for these papers, and he grabs that quill and dips and he almost can't contain his thoughts where does he begin where does he begin and he has so much to capture of this Savior of his that is beyond compare and so he just starts in any way he can and hopes that that Savior holds his trembling hand as he begins he just needs to begin with a word with some word and then and

In the beginning was the Word