Block block block

Writer’s Block, like the law as a mirror, shows me the need for a Savior. I’ve hurt someone by my words again. I’ve wounded someone by not speaking up again. No matter how hard I try, no matter how many hours I spend writing, rewriting, and editing, I can’t be perfect. When I focus on myself – as a writer, in my other vocations, or simply as a human being – I will always be found wanting.

But the goal of Christian living isn’t perfection apart from, in addition to, or so I can deserve Christ. When the words don’t come, I am pointed back to the Word who came. The perfect Word of God took on human flesh not to make me a perfect writer but so that He could live, die, and rise again so that I could spend eternity with Him. He dealt with the effects of sin not by showing us the way to overcome death, but by overcoming it Himself.

Writer’s Block can, ironically, give us insight into our self-insufficiency. But there’s also a lot that Writer’s Block can’t tell us about the kingdom of God.

My words or lack thereof can’t tell me that I’m a sinner saved by grace alone. But God’s Word does.

In the Scriptures, we see both the depth of our sin and the breadth of the Triune God’s love for us. When we deserved not only silence but condemnation from God, Christ endured the reality of the punishment for sin and the absolute silence of God the Father as He hung on Calvary for you, for me. Because the Father was silent, because He allowed His Word to be slain so that we might live, we will never endure the eternal separation we deserve. The stillness of the garden was shattered that first Easter when Christ rose, defying the silence of the tomb and obliterating the man-made stone designed to block His body. The wages of sin have been meted out, and the bondsmen, for the sake of the Son, are free.

Christ Jesus is the Word who is never dependent on how clever, masterful, or learned we are. He is both Author and Word in the story of salvation, both Creator, and Redeemer. “Were the whole realm of nature mine,” hymnist Isaac Watts writes, “that were a tribute far too small. Love so amazing, so divine, demands my heart, my life, my all.”

If I could write with all the eloquence of Tolkien, the clarity of Lewis, and the passion of Sayers, it would never be enough. Thank God that Jesus is the first and the last, the begotten one present at Creation and the eternal one who is Himself the Final Word.

For you oh God are my run to where I can be reborn, refreshed, recharged to go at it again.

Revelation 21:5

And he who was seated on the throne said, “Behold, I am making all things new.” Also he said, “Write this down, for these words are trustworthy and true.”

Be Blessed

Be Encouraged

Be Inspired

♥️ Janelle


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