When I was thirteen, I became a confirmed child of God. I’d taken all the necessary classes pertaining to the tenets of my church. I went through an examination and had to memorize several Bible passages, which made it possible to stand with other kids my same age, in white robes before the altar of God and become full members of His family. It was another way of expressing my faith, without really having experienced much of life.
One of the gifts I received was a white, leather covered Bible, with gold edged pages. I was so thrilled to have my very own special Bible. It even had my name engraved on the front, truly insuring the fact that I was a child of God. That Bible was my mainstay through my high school years. I used it in the religion classes I had daily in a Christian school. I opened it from time to time when I was confronted with a problem and didn’t know how to solve it. I turned to it during my college years too, but it eventually lost its brilliant white cover and the golden pages had been dog eared into oblivion.
Over the years I’ve had a number of Bibles. Some were purchased as a new translation came out. Some were easier to understand when not in the King James’ English. Some had footnotes describing the historical setting, the tradition, the original meaning of various words. I’ve given Bibles as gifts. I’ve used the Bible as a resource for many of my blog posts. I’ve found some new lesson in words that applied to my life in a different way from the last time I read them.
When my mother-in-law passed away, one of her prized possessions was the leather bound Bible she had made use of so many times in her life. By now it had become tattered and torn, with many notations in the empty spaces. Well into her eighties, she found so much refuge in that book. The words written there have been revised over the centuries, but the truth remains the same.
God’s Word is the greatest thing we can pass down from generation to generation. Within the pages, we have examples of ordinary people doing extraordinary things, with God at their side. We see typical human beings going through difficult situations and being able to endure them with God’s help. We see the greatest story of love ever told through God’s compassion for His creation – us. His undeserved kindness is woven meticulously throughout..
When I think about things that I’m thankful for, the Bible is at the top of the list, because it’s God’s way of communicating with me on a personal basis. It also gives me hope that death holds no fear for me. I have eternity in paradise to look forward to.