Friday, January 24, 2014


A friend of mine posted this video on facebook (you can visit her blog at Sweet Woodruffs).  It is only a minute long; please watch it, then keep reading.

I don't know what they were saying, but I heard it in the crying of the women and in the gratitude of the women who spoke.  I saw it on their faces, especially on the face of the young man who held it to his lips as he held back tears.  Then I hear in their silence as they reverantly opened their very first Bibles and looked at the pages.  Their first Bibles, something they've never seen before, is a great a treasure.

My Bible is in its zippered case sitting next to my desk ... where it has sat untouched for nearly a month.  I've watched sermons and I've looked up verses online and I've prayed, but I haven't looked at my Bible as a Treasure for a long time.  I know it is the Holy Word of God, but I guess the fact that we have so many and they are easily obtained has diminished to me its magnificence.  As I was happy for them, I must say that seeing them pricked my heart and my soul as a Christian.  Would it take having the Bible taken from me and made illegal for me to feel the way they do?

My Bible is a Treasure.  I should value it more than 'silver or gold'.

So I am convicted.

I have said these things unto you, that in me you may have peace. In the world you will have tribulation. But take heart; I have overcome the world.
~John 16:33