I had an epiphany two nights ago.
After arriving home from a revival late, I was doing my nightly (boring) fluoride routine before going to bed, and had turned on the television.
A local channel was running a program on “To Kill a Mockingbird,” the Harper Lee classic from 1960 that was turned into an award-winning movie starring Gregory Peck and Mary Badham. The program featured interviews with various celebrities on how the story (the book, the movie) had impacted their lives.
It was a fascinating show, one that I could not turn away from.
Just last week, I had bought the book (“Scout, Atticus, & Boo” by Mary McDonagh Murphy) containing these same interviews, and had eagerly devoured it. (If you want to conclude that I love “To Kill a Mockingbird,” go to the head of the class.)
So, after reading the book last week, I had the experience two nights ago of seeing the book, so to speak.
That night, lying in bed trying to get to sleep, I was struck by the difference in reading the interviews in the book and watching the subjects actually say those things on television. That’s when something struck me about the incarnation of the Lord Jesus Christ.
It’s one thing to have a message in print; another thing entirely to have it in person.