A Surprising Camaraderie
That's roughly the number of Sunday mornings I've experienced so far in my lifetime. Let's say I spent roughly 1.5 hours each of those mornings at church (although it was more than that when I was in churches that had adult Sunday school classes).
That means I've been exposed to church, JUST on Sunday mornings, roughly 3,042 hours so far. That's equal to 126.75 days. 18 weeks.
We're not even considering all the years of Sunday night services, Wednesday night AWANA clubs, and hours spent in Bible studies. Oh, and let's not forget the 17 years of Christian education between elementary school, high school, and college.
It's fair to say I've had a tremendous amount of exposure to God's word and Biblical teaching. Much more than your average person, I'd guess. And though I'm no Bible scholar, FAR from it, actually, I would venture to say that my Bible trivia knowledge is probably above average in today's culture. I've heard the stories, I've studied and researched, I've thought about the many different people whose stories are recorded.
And yet somehow, it wasn't until recently that I realized there is a character I can identify with deeply, and have never stopped to consider it. And this person was God's catalyst to reach a woman sitting in church thousands of years later. Me-a woman who is so very familiar with and sadly often unexpecting of new things from God's Word. What a lesson He had in store for me to consider thru her example.
Isn't it amazing how Scripture is alive and active like that? It never grows stale thanks to the work of the Spirit of God. He guides and teaches us in that pointed way only He can do with a story we've heard hundreds of times before.