THERE was once a poor boy employed about the docks who was induced to attend a Sunday school. There he learned so much about Jesus and His Word that he longed to own a Bible, in which he could read all about Him for himself. But he had very little except his board for his services, and there seed no way for him to earn the money to buy the book.
One day he heard a boy say he had a Bible to sell. The desire was very strong in his heart to be its purchaser. So he bargained with the boy to give him his own dinner every day for a week in return for the precious book.
Do you think he valued the Bible? Do you prize it enough to make so much self-denial rather than go without one?
John did not suffer his Bible to be tossed about carelessly—sometimes in one place, and sometimes in another. He treasured it like gold, and read it in all his spare minutes. It taught that poor lonely boy, with no mother to love and cherish him, no kind Christian friends about him daily to counsel and guide him—it taught him the way to get to heaven, even from the midst of the profane, sinful crowd which thronged the docks, “Thy Word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.” Psa. 119:105105NUN. Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path. (Psalm 119:105).
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