This is a sad post, but an honest thought I shared with a friend recently. I won't skirt the issue: I think a lot of times scholarly Christians let their scholasticism trump their enthrallment with Christ. When you see a beautiful girl you can't help but stare. You're mesmerized by her beauty. When we first met Christ we were mesmerized by the true beauty. We were enthralled by true love. We might have loved it so much that we wanted to capture it, to always look at it—so we took a picture. But instead of always being inspired by the natural beauty of the person held in the image, we begin to analyze the lighting, consider the angles, and speculate on the background. We lose our original motivation for capturing this image—and it turns out, that maybe this beauty isn't one to be captured, but one to be experienced, daily. Maybe there's so much more than any photo could ever capture, any pose could express or roll expose. Maybe there is an endless depth to the mercies and grandeur of our Creator.
I think as Christians who have given ourselves to more education than rest, we sometimes fall into this trap, forgetting why we once stood so firm—captivated with His teachings and image found in His Word.
I'm afraid that as Satan deceived Eve with his craftiness, your minds too may be led astray from the simplicity and purity of devotion to Christ.
It's so easy to fall short of the hard walk of living in relation to Him. It's so easy to sell ourselves short of this great and deep relationship—and sadly, even encouraged in some spheres of academia. We so often fall short of loving God with all our heart—though we have loving him with our mind nailed down... or so we think (maybe it's not love at all).
I won't apologize for being cynical or being honest. Even if I am wrong with the majority of Christians who are considered (or consider themselves) the "brains" of the body, it is a certain danger to be wary of. I hope in reading this you can test yourself and reach the verdict that you do indeed love God first—not your brains, not your thoughts, not your contributions to the scholarly community.
If I know the Biblical Languages better than any scholar alive but have not love, I'm only a resounding gong or a clanging symbol. If I have the gift of powerful and accurate exegesis and have all the right answers to all the tough questions, and if I have a faith that can move mountains and raise the dead, but have not love—I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor, educate the lay, and surrender my body to imprisonment and torture, but have not love—I gain nothing.