“MY MOTHER gave me a Bible for a gift,” said a little girl, with quiet satisfaction, “and Aunt Lou gave Harry one at the same time. Just look at them now, and see the difference!”
Harry’s was a little worn. Its gilt edges were tarnished, and the newness was gone from the cover, but it looked as if it had been read very often. Here and there were pencil marks by favorite verses. Harry Goon had been saved recently and his Bible had evidently been very precious to him.
After Harry’s Bible had been examined, Minnie triumphantly said, “Now see mine!” She unfolded some tissue paper and there it was, just as fresh and new as when it came from the store.
“I’ve never had it out of the drawer but once,” said Minnie, “and that was to show it to somebody.”
“Minnie,” her visitor said, “if your father were away from home and sent you a letter telling you just what he wanted you to do and be, would you leave it in the drawer unread or even unopened? Would you not rather, take it out every day and read it over and over, trying all the more each time to do what your father said?”
“Yes,” said Minnie, blushing and hanging her head as she began to realize what she had done with her Bible.
“This is God’s letter to you, Minnie, but you have carefully wrapped it and put it away. Hereafter use it as God wants you to.”
“I commend you to God and to the Word of His grace, which is able to... give you an inheritance among all them which are sanctified.” Acts. 20:32.
ML-05/20/1962