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.
