"Your word is a lamp for my feet and a light for my path." PSALM 119:105
Another reason I love the Bible so much is because, each night my sisters and I would sit at my father's feet, by the fire, and listen to his Bible stories. He would bring the Bible alive, by reading from his big Bible and story book: "Little Stories from God". Here is one I remember:
"A little boy and his father were entering an old mining cave. The little boy was excited as he put on his miner's hat, just like his Dad's. He held his dad's hand tightly. As they walked, he let go of his father's hand and ran ahead. Suddenly there was a crash, and the walls of the cave started to fall down around him. The light on his hat went out and he was in darkness.
He called to his father, "Dad, I can't see you."
His dad called out, "Son, just listen to my voice."
He walked a little bit over the rubble, but he was still scared.
"Dad, I still can't see you."
His father answered him, "Just follow the light on my hat."
Suddenly, he looked and could see a light ahead.
Imagine, how wonderful that little boy felt, as he followed the light and fell into the arms of his father."
That light, our Dad told us, was like the Bible. If we read it everyday and followed it's words, we would one day fall into the arms of God, our Father.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
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