Give Him Your Bible. . .
Yesterday I ordered a very nice Bible. The nicest I've ever had. It brought back a memory from years ago. . . I had purchased another really nice Bible. I was ministering as a chaplain in the local jail. The first day of owning my new Bible, I went to the Wednesday evening meetings. We had to be out of the jail before lockdown/headcount at 10 p.m. A few minutes before 10, the last meeting had ended, the inmates were going back to their cells, and I was approached by an inmate, who was being sent downstate to the Indiana dept. of corrections, very soon. . . maybe even that night, if my memory serves me correctly. He asked me for a Bible, as he didn't have one. In those days an inmate could take their personal Bible with them down to DOC. There wasn't time for me to go to the chaplain's office to get a Bible for him. . . I clearly heard God say to me, "Give him your Bible." . . . Lord. . . my brand new beautiful Bible? It was li...