“A tattered Bible is evidence of a life that is not.” ~ Charles Spurgeon
The early morning alarm goes off and it’s off we go. It seems like it’s all “go and do . . . go and do . . .” with little time left for anything else. And then it’s fast drifting off to sleep as soon as the head hits the pillow. Only to wake and do it all over again. Cramming life in, only to feel tired and stressed, frustrated and even perhaps agitated. On those days where I try to cram more into the day, it seems the less I press into God. And life feels tattered, a complete mess.
Sitting at our dining table, which seems to be more of a working table as of late, I was all wrapped up in grading the endless stream of papers produced by my middle schoolers. But in the background as I heard those words of Spurgeon quoted, my mind immediately visualized the picture I had taken of our dear friend’s, Joe, Bible. His Bible is a living testament to his life and his daily walk, to his desire to know Him and to make Him known.
The tattered Bible – worn pages with scribbled notes in the margins and anywhere space can be found. A cover that is torn and just barely clinging on to the spine. But that tattered Bible is evidence of a life that is a deep abiding love for our Abba Father.
Oh what a treasure, the tattered Bible . . . a far greater legacy than anything on earth can buy!