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 like a pain in my stomach.  All this took place in a mere second or two. . . Without any apparent hesitation or external clue (hopefully) of the struggle within me, I handed him my Bible, and told him to take it with him.

I learned that day that even a Bible as a possession, can be sin for you, if the physical possession of it causes you to disobey God's will.  I've had nice Bibles since then, and I've taken them into the jail, but never again did I have an experience such as that. . . lesson learned Lord. . . 

I love You my God. . . 

You are my Lord. . . 

Dave

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