And he said to them, “Therefore every scribe who has been trained for the kingdom of heaven is like a master of a house, who brings out of his treasure what is new and what is old.” Matt. 13:52
A scribe was more than just someone who took dictation. He held a prestigious position within the Jewish community. An expert in the knowledge of scripture, he wrote it down and delivered it to the people. Jesus’ message here was this ~ A scribe/teacher has the authority and mandate to bring what is old, and what is new, out of his storehouse of knowledge and bring it to the people.
The role of the teacher is a critical one. In high school, my toughest subject was science. I thought I was just bad at understanding the concepts but when I look back, the teacher who taught it was checked out. He didn’t convey that he cared about his subject. He imparted information and I struggled to concentrate. As an adult, I’ve discovered that I like exploring the science of things. Naturally, I’m a curious person and love to learn.
Every teacher is a storyteller who brings life to what is important. Never was Jesus a more passionate teacher then when He gave His life for His enemies. The concept of love was never the same after that.
Where are the teachers who tremble with the Word of God in their hands? It is the sign of the times to see churches fall away. It is the sign of the times to see men of God lose the fire of their calling. It is the sign of the times to see their people languish for lack of knowledge. It is the sign of the times to see the Bible judged as irrelevant and boring. When teachers don’t care, students lose their way.
What do I do if I lack a Bible teacher? Inside my spirit today resides the best teacher who ever lived. He is passionate to teach and loves to be engaged to pass on what He knows. He unveils the mystery with insight, enthusiasm, and a well-chosen language formed just for my ears.
I will not starve with You inside. Thank you for teaching me and keeping my faith alive. In Jesus’ name, Amen


Without audible confession, there is serious doubt as to someone’s standing with God. My willingness to align puts my new-found faith in cement. Proclaiming my love and allegiance to Jesus when keeping company with Jesus-haters makes me an enemy.
So what about Jesus words in Matthew where he says that only an evil and adulterous generations seeks for a sign? Just after, He called them wicked and perverse. But that whole account was characterized by rebellion and unbelief. Jesus was the sign but they rejected Him. In their denial of the truth, they asked for another sign. This was an affront to God the Father.
Now, as a matter of daily discipline, I bind my mind to the mind of Christ. I loose my mind from the grip of my flesh. As long as God’s precepts rule my world, inside and outside, I know the freedom of living in a spacious place. The vistas are expansive. The view is breathtaking. The roads available to me are endless. The mysteries are intellectually and intuitively challenging. There is no graduation, then coasting into retirement before taking my last breath. There is wonder for the keenest centenarian.