I love a good biography. There's nothing better than curling up in my favorite chair with a cup of tea and a book about someone's real life experiences. Everyone has a story, and I love reading about other people's stories.
I was going through a spiritually dry season when I whined to God aloud one day.
"You feel so far away, God. You know how much I love biographies. Why can't you drop a biography in my lap about Jesus?"
I'm sure God smiled. No, he probably laughed in that grace-filled, loving kind of way that a mother laughs at her child's childish ways.
I glanced across the room at my "Quiet Time" basket where I keep my Bible, my prayer notebook, and a devotional. That's when I realized the foolishness of my whiney words. The Bible—specifically the first four books of the New Testament—are biographies of Jesus Christ. I'd just never thought of them that way before.
When I put my youngest child down for a nap that afternoon, I picked up my Message Bible (a paraphrased version that reads more like a novel). Turning to the Book of Matthew, I curled into my chair, sipped a cup of tea, and started reading with a new perspective.
I was captivated.
I knew that when Jesus lived on this earth he was fully God and fully man. Up to that point in my life, I'd unknowingly focused on the "fully God" part of who he was. He was born of a virgin. He performed miracles. Healed people. Rose from the dead. He was God on earth. I knew that.