I bought a new Bible a couple of years ago when part of the spine of my old one fell off in church one Sunday morning. It was an epic day. My old Bible was given to me by Mom and Dad in 2006, and I proceeded to wear it out over the next nine years. I loved it. I could find stuff in it. Even as I type that statement, I realize that sounds ridiculous. I mean, it’s not like the placement of books had changed over the last couple of centuries. It was comfortable in my hands, though, largely because I’d roll it up, squish it, and prowl through it multiple times daily. The number of times I’d roll it up would be exactly proportionate to the number of times I worried, fretted, or feared during any given day. It was a living Friend.
When the day came that I absolutely had to do something about the Bible (I was afraid it would fall apart in my hands), I went to the local Christian bookstore and got a new one. A study Bible that made my old, plain burgundy-colored Book look shabby and old. I proceeded to try to acclimate myself to the newfangled style of my new Bible. It was doomed from the start...
For one thing, this new Bible has so many “study helps” that I find myself reading those things instead of concentrating on the Word of God. I mean, I need a lot of help every day of my life, but nothing takes the place of the Original. Secondly, the cover feels stiff. It would take me more hours than I care to image in order for me to roll it up like I did my old one. It feels bulky and rigid. Thirdly, the print is smaller and as I’m rather seasoned (never old!), I just can’t see it as well.
All of this posturing leads me to one conclusion...I want my old Bible back. So, to that end, I am taking my old Bible to have it re-bound. I should have done that to start with, but stubborn little soul that I am, I didn’t want to spend the money on it. So instead, I spend my money on a brand spanking new Bible that I am loathe to pick up because It’s distracting, both in content and in form. Maybe this is a silly, vain, first world problem, but I live in a first world country, so I guess I’ll just have to come right out and say it...I’m a reverse Bible snob. You see, that old Bible, with all my notes, underlines and worn out leather has seen me through some pretty doggone tough times. It’s seen a multitude of both laughter and tears and every possible emotion in between. It’s a faithful Friend. And I am at the point in my life that I need that Friend more than ever.
I believe that God told me once to not get too attached to any Bible...because I might have to give it away. Well, I will give this one away...when I die, I’ll give it to my daughter. ..who will (hopefully) treasure it as much as I. Not because it’s lovely on the outside, but because the words inside are Life. I hope that she will one day read my notes and laugh, cry, pray and sing, as I have...Have a wonderful day, folks! God bless!!