Typesetter Revelation

Psalm 30:4,5 “Sing unto the Lord, O ye saints of his, and give thanks at the remembrance of his holiness. For his anger endureth but a moment; in his favour is life: weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.”

Beloved,

What must it of been like, during those days of old when typesetters were used to place the letters for the very first time, to print the Word of God from the ancient scrolls? What deliverance must have taken place, beneath the eyes of those controlling the process. Taking the Word, letter by letter, interlocking them together for the press, working at the job of the thing, but reading as well. Painstakingly, ensuring that each letter was in its place and then making a proof. Then fixing any errors prior to the printed copy.

Did he whisper those words of scripture as they came together, like some ancient rite? Were there salvations, unwritten events, because God said, “My word will never return void?” What a marvelous occupation, though paid only a pittance to handle each letter of the Word in your hand. If at first, was their an awe or did that honor and sacredness come as the letters came together?

What of the sick? When the letters spoke of healing and deliverance, did feeble legs become strong standing there at the press? Was there life pouring through their hands? Did men turn from wickedness in the presence of such power?

“In his favour is life,” says the word of God. Courage was instated; eyes that saw the printing process were maybe blind, but gained sight at the proofing of the copy. Was this printing job, this complicated process of spelling out the Word of God, with metal and wooden typeset characters a catalyst to revelation and revival within the villages where the Printer worked his craft?

It only takes belief. Repentance came quickly, and entire families of the typesetters were saved, extending into other family and friends. The village became saved as well, in the Blood of Jesus, for He said His Bloods covers over a multitude of sin and evil. Joy roamed those cobble and dirt streets, and light shown in every window.

And when it became too loud, this praise of a Risen King, did the others tell them to be quiet?

And then, did the stones rise up and sing?