The Bible is a book of stories. Every story whispers his name. True enough. But then again, we should believe that every story shouts his name also. Christ is there in the defeat of fat Eglon when the sword pierced his body, revealing that he was a man of dung. That was no mere whisper. It was there when Jael drove a tent peg through Sisera’s skull. That was no mere whisper.
Examples like these could be multiplied with little ease, yet, they shout out Messiah Jesus. This is more than a whisper; it’s a halleluiah ringing loud and clear. Jesus is the defeater of fat and evil kings and he drives tent pegs through the skulls of his enemies, fulfilling the promise of Genesis 3:15.
Far from shyness, Christians should rejoice at such raucous occasions through sacred scriptures. Wherever our Lord goes, he produces disciples unto life or disciples unto death. There is no neutrality. There is no whisper but a loud shout of praise for the Lord our God omnipotent reigneth over all his enemies (I Cor. 15:24-26).
Great commentary. As a side note, because ‘stories’ are used to describe made up narratives, I prefer to use the term ‘accounts’ when referring to Scripture—-‘Biblical accounts’ vs ‘Bible stories’.