Glance over at your Bible. Think what you’ve been through with God in those pages, even if this is your first study. Think of the hope, guidance, assurance, and affection you’ve sought. Think how thankful you are that God wrote something you can hold to your chest, rocking back and forth, when your heart is shattered and your sight too blurred to read. Every Bible is the Word of God, but with no ears to hear it, hearts to love it, or hands to warm themselves by the fire of it, man is tragically lost to it.
Oh, yes! The Bible that I’m currently using isn’t very old, but I happened to start using it at a significant time in my life, before I knew just how significant. It’s the Bible I chose as I began the 3650 project last year, and I’ve read through it all. It’s marked up, with some dates jotted beside some verses, highlighted passages, notes, pencil underlinings and circles. I’ve turned to the Psalms again and again, so they show special wear. Even when I inevitably move to a different Bible one of these days, this one will always be dear to me because it’s been my companion through the valley and now as I feel like I’m emerging from the valley.
I realize it’s not the particular, physical book that “is living and active, sharper than any two-edged sword…discerning the thoughts and intentions of the heart” (Hebrews 4:12). But as someone who loves books and counts some of them special friends, I can’t help but see the particular Bible I’ve turned to in this season of my life as special. Through it, God’s Word has been alive to me. He has comforted me, challenged me, taught me, assured me, and been present with me through those pages. He has loved me.