As a child, my father gave me a little Gideons bible. I used to treasure it. Bringing it with me to church each Sunday, even before that I could read. Then as a teen, I would start taking notes, circling verses, just like my dad would. But when I became a young adult, many things had happened, that made me question God so I decided to put the blame on Him for things that had happened to me and I decided to live a life far from Him.
Yet, I still had that Gideon’s bible, it was very weathered by then. I would still flip through its tiny little silken pages and would search in the front part for a topic that I was going through at that moment. Faith, forgiveness, endurance…hoping to find answers, but my heart wasn’t willing to understand then. Life, earthly life, partying, drinking, dating…all seemed more interesting and more satisfying. but it wasn’t, because then I would not have had the need to turn to that tiny little book the day after.
Then one day, with the bible on my lap, I surrendered to God, my heart finally understood. I am still going through hardships, but I go through them now without self-pity, but rather with hope and understanding that God is still by my side, no matter what.
It’s funny that over time that I forgot about my tiny Gideon Bible. I still have it, somewhere tucked away safe, because it is falling apart. But now I have a multitude of bibles even on a phone that I use daily.
But a while back my father gave me a stack of new ones that I have distributed over the years and I still had one left. One just like mine, with a dark brown leather cover (apparently they would distribute those in jails). Golden letters and the Canadian flag on the inside. It was sitting on the bookshelf, and my youngest son who is 5 has run past that bookshelf a thousand times, but today it had caught his eye. He picked it up, flipped through the pages and I told him about my little bible.
Just like I am sharing with you. He decided that this one will be his and will mark it with his name that he loves to write. He is about the age that I was then when my relationship with my bible started. I pray that that bible might bless him as it has blessed me and that He will search for life answers there, instead of somewhere else.
Do you remember your first Bible? I would love to hear about it.