THERE WAS in France an old lady who was blind. She was a Christian, and the only book she possessed was the Bible. This was a Braille Bible; that is, instead of being printed with ink, the letters, or characters, were represented by raised dots. A blind person reads such a book by feeling the dots with the ends of his fingers.
The lady of our story was very poor and she had to work hard to support herself. Her work was such that her fingertips became calloused and hard and this made it difficult to read her Braille Bible. At first she would pare off the thick skin but, alas, it grew back even thicker. It seemed as if she must give up the great joy she had in reading God’s Word.
One day, after failing to feel the raised dots, with a sorrowing heart she took up her Bible to bid it goodbye. “I must bid you good-bye, dear Bible,” she said as she put it to her lips and kissed it fervently.
What was her amazement, however, to feel upon her lips, the very characters she could no longer read with her fingers. She could read it with her lips! Her precious Bible, as if answering her kiss, gave her some word of love, and from that time she read the Scriptures with her lips, really kissing it. She could surely say, “Thy words were found, and I did eat them; and thy word was unto me the joy and rejoicing of mine heart.” Jer. 15:1616Thy words were found, and I did eat them; and thy word was unto me the joy and rejoicing of mine heart: for I am called by thy name, O Lord God of hosts. (Jeremiah 15:16).
ML-06/30/1963