Not that I have already obtained this or am already perfect, but I press on to make it my own, because Christ Jesus has made me his own.
I recently started journaling my way through another New Testament letter. I thank God for these letters. I thank God for the invention of written messages. I thank God for the gift of speech and the invention of written languages.
I thank God for the string of inventions that have made writing possible—charcoal on cave walls, styluses on cuneiform tablets, ink on paper, moveable type, crayons and construction paper, the keyboard and computer monitor. Not only that, but I thank God for other forms of written language—everything from printed t-shirts to sky-writing of the sort we saw in Orlando a couple weeks ago: