Of course, there were more than just four in the room with me by then. It was as if the room was overflowing with believers not so different than me who had read these words and held them in their hearts. I do not think there has been a time when I have been so aware of how I was doing something that had been done by so many for so many centuries. It truly seemed that I had stepped into this stream of the faithful ones of God who had read the very Word I was reading, cherished it, lived by it, and found their hope within it. It was a moment of not being alone, but of sensing the fellowship of the many who had gone on before me.
If being read for so long by so many adds to the credibility of what is being read, then there can be no more credible reading than what we know as the written Word of God. It is mind boggling to think about how many times one single passage has been read and how many have held it in their hands. This morning I rejoiced in the fact that I was one of that crowd of believers who had read from Romans and known that it truly was the power of God for salvation for everyone....even me.