Ross: Okay, okay, I was typing names into the library computer earlier, y’know-y’know for fun, and I typed mine in and guess what came up? My doctoral dissertation! It’s here! Yeah, it’s right-it’s right down here! In the biggest library in the university! (They start heading that way, towards a secluded section behind the racks.)

There’s nothing like writing something and feeling like what you’ve written is appreciated. One way writers feel this is when their book is published. However, one does assume that if their writing is printed into book format, people will actually want to read it. Ross doesn’t seem to be so fortunate…

Ross: Hi, I was wondering if it is possible to increase security in the Paleontology section? See I-I wrote a book up there and instead of reading it people are-are-are well, rolling around in front of it.

The Head Librarian: We are aware of the problem you are referring too. (He turns to look at the previous librarian.) But as far as increasing security, I’m afraid the library is very understaffed. I, I can’t help you.

Ross: Well, fine. Fine! If-if I’m the only person with any appreciation of the sanctity of the written word, I’ll go up there and defend it myself! (Starts to do so, but stops and to the previous librarian) And don’t you follow me!

The section Ross’s book is in is located in a far, deserted corner of the library that no one goes to except to fool around. Essentially, he’s got a published book (yea!) but no readers—which completely negates that pride of accomplishment in a writer’s heart. Thankfully, Ross does find one reader…

Woman: I’m sorry, who are you?

Ross: I’m a professor here uh, Ross…Geller.

Woman: Ross Geller, why do I know that name? It’s uh—Wait! (Grabs his book off of the shelf.) Did you write this?

Ross: Yes! You’re the person who checked out my book?!

Woman: Y’know, you look nothing like I would’ve thought. You’re…you’re so young.

Ross: Well I uh, I skipped 4th grade.

Sometimes all we writers get is one reader who appreciates our work. Sure, that doesn’t feel great or meet our dreams and expectations of best-seller-dom. But when we meet that one person, there is an instant connection. This person has read our words and connected on some level with them. They’ve peaked inside our souls and not totally rejected us. We may not even know their name yet, but they instantly warm our hearts and become a friend. An ally. A comrade in arms.

This got me to thinking—God’s an author too (he’s described as such throughout scripture). While he did not pen the Bible himself, he did inspire its text and guide those who wrote them. It seems to have been a practice for the writer to dictate to a scribe what was to be written—Paul does this all the time in his letters to the churches. Paul is the author, but maybe Timothy or someone put his words on paper.

I wonder how awesome God feels when we read his book, get it, fall in love with his words, and start to live them out? No wonder Christ called the apostles is friends—he told them everything, and they connected. If you want to be a friend of God or get to know Him, read his words, strive to comprehend his message, live it out, and fall in love with the author.

 You are my friends if you do what I command. I no longer call you slaves, because a master doesn’t confide in his slaves. Now you are my friends, since I have told you everything the Father told me. ~ John 15:14-15 NLT 

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