MY HUSBAND’S OLD
FRIEND
A Bible that’s
falling apart usually belongs to someone who isn’t.
Charles Spurgeon
I bought the Bible in the picture about twenty years ago to
use in the video I produced, Psalms from
the Mountains. My spouse liked the
size of it, and after the filming ceased, he claimed it for his own. This
time-honored book is the first thing he reads when he rises each morning. When
he leaves for work, it goes with him. As he sits in his favorite chair, his
Bible rests on the end table. His old friend is easily assessable and always by
his side.
The aged companion is worn out, but this friend is irreplaceable
to him. The pages fall out and almost every verse is underlined. I’ve bought
new ones, but alas, the alternatives go back to the store. In desperation to
preserve her dad’s treasure, our daughter gave him a folder for it so he wouldn’t
lose the leaves of paper.
Other friends exist in our home. From where I sit, I count
fourteen of them—Bibles in various vintages and translations. I think one of them
is in the Greek language, and believe me, that one receives little attention. If
I leave my computer and go to other areas, I would find more. My favorite
friend sits beside my preferred chair in the living room. It too is well worn
and will soon have sheets falling from the binder.
I know one family who assign their Bibles to the car so they
will know where they are when Sunday comes around. Others I’m acquainted with
have none at all in their possession.
Our church gives Bibles to young people, and we offer them
to the less fortunate who can’t afford to purchase one.
The Bible possesses the answers to life and is the dearest
treasure anyone can have. Is the one you own as dear as an Old Friend?
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