without ink

Some would say that it’s a good thing I’m writing this blog without ink. I’ve been told many times over that someday my penmanship will indeed match that of the direction in which i have been undoubtedly lead, having been written a prescription for medical school. Yes, my writing is messy and at times borders on incoherent. Yet, my penmanship and signature are distinctly mine.  Items containing my John Hancock are stamped with ownership, however legible it may be. With my signature I am also able to administer approval, affirming that I have read and understood the underlying conditions and that compliance and adherence to the terms are my responsibility. There is finality and security in a signature.

How is it that there is so much worth in a scribble? I am reminded of the lengths that many have gone to get a t-shirt, cd, or baseball signed by a superstar, patiently waiting for hours outside a venue. The result: a swift pass of a sharpie which records something that to anyone else would seem to be a marking that could effortlessly be forged. But, oh! the emotions that the signature evokes for the one who received it- ectasy, importance, reverance.

In moments of divine inspiration, an analogy will come to me unexpectedly. Upon rumination, i find that the illustrations enable me to draw closer to and better grasp the beauty that is YHWH. I suppose it was one of these such moments when i came across 2 Cor 3:3. Pausing here, my heart was stirred. “You are a letter of Christ, cared for by us, written not with ink but with the spirit of the living God, not on tablets of stone, but on tablets of human hearts.” Here’s the thing: God has “signed” my heart, and I am able to go forth in confidence of the promises that His signature endows.

Without ink, God has graciously shared with me. So, without ink… I share with you.