When a Word is More Than a Word
The Pastor has obviously been reading my mail. This morning he continued the sermon series he started last week on the Gospel of John. We got through exactly 5 verses.
“We probably won’t finish until Jesus comes back,” he quipped.
Why?
Well, we got stuck on The Word. The verse that says, “In the beginning was the Word and the Word was with God and the Word was God.”
That one. He told us the word ‘logos’ in Greek meant “the center of all rational thought.”
Jesus was the living message, The Word, of Jehovah.
And I loved it.
One of my favorite college courses was Linguistics. I was fascinated with the study of morphemes, analyzing chunks of words to see what they really meant. When I read my Bible I enjoy digging down to the roots of the original language; those Greeks, Latins and Hebrews really had something going.
This year I’ve been studying and meditating on the word ‘Dwell’.
It seems no matter where I’m reading these words keep showing up; the other morning was no exception.
Charles Spurgeon was talking about bearing fruit. And I know if I want fruit in my life–not cucumbers or zucchini or grapes–but patience, joy, forbearance, gentleness, I have to abide in Jesus. I have ‘to exist in a given place or condition.’
Sometimes He has to take parts that look perfectly good and get rid of them because I’m getting too far away from Him.
Like these cucumber vines. They were crowding out other plants, strangling my rhubarb and they were too far away from the roots. (And there were WAY too many of them.)
So pruning makes the vine stronger, keeps me closer to the roots. Gets rid of unnecessary growth in the wrong direction. Helps me produce fruit (Cucumbers equal patience, Zucchini is Joy.)
I get that.
But why is my Father called ‘the husbandman’?
Why is husbandry a vocation that involves farms and gardens?
(or another thought, why is a woman married to a ‘husband.’?)
THAT’S the word I was wondering about.
From the Collins Online English Dictionary–the entry nearly left me breathless:
Word Origin
“fr. Old English, hūsbonda, from Old Norse hūsbōndi, from hūs house + bōndi one who has a household, from bōa to dwell'”
To dwell. To dwell in me. To make a house in me.
And I’m to dwell in him, live in Him, have my breath and life in Him.
Jesus is my Husband. Why of course–I AM the Bride of Christ.
The Father is my husbandman. Caring for my home, the place I live. My skin.
So much meaning packed into just one word. So much more to find in the Word.
So much more to find out about my husband, Jesus, The Word.
So much more than just words………
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Linking with Laura for Playdates, Michelle for Hear it, Use it and Cheryl for the True Vine Challenge. More blessed words there. You should go visit.
