A couple days ago, I wrapped by my latest read-through of Genesis in the quest to read through the entire Bible this year. I’ve read this book many times, but I never tire of it.
I love seeing how the Holy Spirit inspired the crafting of this book to display his power and glory as the Creator of all things. How he continually shows mercy and compassion to undeserving sinners, sparing humanity from destruction by commanding Noah to build an ark. How grace flows through each page as I recognize the patriarchs for the train wrecks that they are. (Kind of like all of us, huh?) How he has orchestrated events to fulfill his purposes in the world, preserving his people through Joseph being sent to Egypt as a slave.
But most of all, it’s the gospel that I see being hinted at and foretold throughout so much of this book. In the garden as the first humans and the serpent are cursed. As God covers the man and woman in animal skins. As Noah finds favor in God’s sight, despite being a sinner like the rest of us. As God promises an offspring to Abraham, one who will be a blessing to all nations. As Abraham believed and it was credited to him as righteousness, and later still did not hold back his son from the Lord.
There is so much to relish in this book of the Bible, as the seeds of God’s great rescue plan are sowed. One can hardly help but rejoice reading this book, even in the darkest moments, because it offers us such good news. It offers us the gospel, the promise upon which all humanity’s hopes rest.