A lady was sitting by me in church last night and leaned over and asked, "How old is your Bible?"I smiled and "It is old." She said, "I want mine to look like that someday. I want my children to see it used and marked and leave it to them."
I thought about that this morning. I wanted to make sure I didn't have a prideful thought about it. You know we can turn anything good into something about ourselves and what we have done.
But I believe in my heart, I am proud...proud of my Lord, proud that the Bible is freely available to me, and proud of the way it ministers to me. I realize I had to open it up, but so many times it was out of need, but I will say also out of desire for the Word to speak to me. I am also thankful. Thankful I came from a family of worn out Bibles.
I actually have a picture of my grandad on my Mom's side resting under a shade tree reading his Bible.
Then there is the picture of my grandmother on my Dad's side heading out to church with her Bible under her arm. I have one of her Bibles now and it is worn, underlined and used.
I have my Mom's Bible and it is marked up through out and it was one of many of her Bibles. She actually wore Bibles out!
My Dad is 85 and feeble now. I have walked in his house many times and found him leaning over his Bible asleep. Reading it and then resting in it.
This is from my Bible. I told a friend yesterday that one of my life verses is Luke 12:48 "...From everyone who has been given much, much will be demanded, and from the one who has been entrusted with much, much more will be asked."
This verse reminds me that I have been given much, much is asked of me. I was given a Christian legacy of worn out Bibles. I should be wearing out Bibles in my lifetime. I have been given much.