"Jesus loves me, this I know, for the Bible tells me so. Little ones to Him belong, they are weak, but He is strong. Yes, Jesus loves me, yes, Jesus loves me, yes, Jesus loves me, for the Bible tells me so."
This little song is very powerful, because it brings to mind the fact that I have a Bible to read every day. I have several, in fact, all different translations. Do I read this missive of life and love as often as I should? No. I don't. I read it very often and I have memorized large parts of it. I carry these words with me as I go about my day, and though I can't always recall which book the words sprang from at times, I am thankful that even though my eyes may not always be able to read them, I will still have them.
I take so much for granted. In other parts of the world, there are Christians who furtively collect mere pages of this gift from God and study them. They take great care to hide them from those who wish to trample the truth. They would see it as a tremendous thing--to own a Bible of their very own. To not be afraid of being caught with it. To not be afraid of dying for having it in their possession.
I have it. I own it. I am free to carry it around with me as I travel through my life. The worst that will happen to me is someone may challenge me or poke fun at me. To that I say, go ahead. I may surprise you.
I believe God is pressing me of late, calling me to question, to seek, to explore. Something is coming. I believe that most of you know exactly what I'm referring to. It's time to move forward in our faith--no more milk. We need the meat. We need the protein, the strength that only God can provide us. We must get ready, be ready, be strong.
We must be as the early Christians were. They may have been afraid, yet they didn't hesitate to spread the gospel of the Lord.
Oh, to be like them. I intend to be like them. More importantly, I intend to be like Him. Jesus Christ. My life and my love. My friend. My brother. My shelter.
I am guilty of so many things. Convicted and condemned. Yet, accepted, forgiven, and free. Free.
We have to stop taking so many things for granted. Thomas, if you're reading this, I want you to know, my Bible isn't very dusty, but it does have a little bit on it. I'm pulling it out, removing the tiny motes, and refusing to let them gather again. You are an inspiration and every time I even think about skipping this, your words come to mind. Thanks for the push!!
If you own a Bible, you own a gift. Don't take it for granted. Don't let the dirt gather on those precious pages, even if you only read and mull over one tiny line.
I know Jesus loves me. And you too. Our Bibles tell us so on every page.
Better still, Our Lord tells us so, in so many ways. He put us exactly where we are for a reason. We live in America, or wherever, because that's where He wanted us to be. We have a mission that He wants us to carry out.
Pray for me, as I will pray for you.
Blessed assurance, Jesus is MINE! HE LOVES ME! HE LOVES YOU!
Beth, yes, I am reading this, and it brings tears to my eyes. Oh, how I love the Bible, God's Holy Word. I shudder to think of life without it. Like you, I own several copies. And, like you, I am aware so many people in this world would love to own just one complete copy. Beth, keep on writing, and God bless you. We love you. Thomas