Noone seems to have mentioned yet how sad it is to try and love an object the same as a Person.
What a pitiful equation it is to say that a book is the equal of a Person.
When you go to bed at night which would you want beside you? If you were on your death bed would you want your loved ones to send you a book? Can a book love you back?
Who is richer? The person whose heart is filled by the love for a divine Person? Or the person whose heart is in love with a book?
Who is richer? The Christian who experiences the Love of God poured freely abundantly and directly into their hearts and is then healed and motivated by that love and driven by that love through life towards heaven? Or the Muslim who is filled with their own love for God and who, driven by a lack of enough contact with God, strains (greater jihad) under his own meager power to impress God and to have fleeting contact with Him and strives to earn from Him the healing and connection that we all want and then receives that happiness only after death?
Think about this only for a minute and you will see the difference between adoring the Word of God in a living Person who sacrificially came down to complete our healing (salvation)and adoring a book as the Word of God sent from a distance like a get well card exhorting us to make ourselves better with our own power.
I’ll take a beautiful Person, a Person who is indeed water for the soul over a beautiful (for some anyway) collection of words any day.
