For most of human history, hardly anyone read the Bible. They heard it. Scrolls were rare and costly, few people could read at all, and so the Scriptures lived mainly in the air – spoken aloud in homes and synagogues, read out to gathered congregations, carried from one person to the next by voice rather than by page. The silent, solitary reading we think of as normal today is, in the long story of the faith, a fairly recent arrival.
That is worth pausing on, because it means the Word of God was shaped to be listened to. And when we recover even a little of that older way of meeting Scripture – letting it be read to us rather than only scanning it with our eyes – something quietly changes in how it reaches us.
