A brief thought on words and the Word

The uniqueness of words has been a topic of particular interest with me lately. Not too long ago I spoke with some Christian friends who claimed to not read many other books than Scripture. At that moment, besides being unable to entirely believe their testimony, the nature of script sparked a thought on the human responsibility to read.

The script is special in its own way, in that it pulls us along with it. Script articulates what was previously inarticulate. It clarifies the otherwise ambiguous world around us and interprts the wonder of other objects for the mind to exercise its intelligibility. I find it fascinating that I can not find myself truly "thinking" without conversing, or, at least, without articulating. So if the words of man are culminated in the Word, as St. John and St. Paul tell us again and again, what does this say about our obligation to familiarity with words, with script? If Christ came in any other form (say, an aesthetically pleasing idea) he would be merely an object, nothing more than the inarticulate other... one of Plato's Forms perhaps... But he would not be Revealed in a way that the understanding may grasp Him as the culmination of all written wisdom.