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I know I often take the Bible for granted. I wake up every morning and take out my leather-bound copy of God’s Word. All sixty-six books are there, telling me the story of God’s love for me from start to finish. Telling of the redemption He offers me through His Son, Jesus Christ. Every passage, every verse is written in English, labeled and numbered, so I can navigate the pages with ease. There are carefully researched footnotes at the bottom of every page to clarify and explain any section I don’t understand.
I am blessed.
I don’t have to wait in sin and darkness until an obedient and faithful missionary comes to my land with the hope of the gospel. I don’t have to pray fervently in hope that someone, someday will translate the Bible into my language. I don’t have to strive to discern God’s word through dreams, visions and signs as I wait for His written word to reach my culture.
I can read my Bible every day. At home if I please. Or at a coffee shop. Or at school. I can even take my Bible to work with me. I can read it anywhere without fear that someone will take it away or persecute me for my faith.
The Lord has given me a gift. The gift of His Word. Am I delighting in it? Thanking Him for it? Treasuring it? Obeying it? Sharing it?
Or am I taking for granted something for which so many have labored, suffered, or even died? Something that many long for but do not possess. Something that might not always be protected and accessible for me. Am I storing up God’s Word in my heart, so I might always possess that which is my life and never fades?
For it is no empty word for you, but your very life…
Deuteronomy 32:47
The grass withers, the flower fades,
but the word of our God will stand forever.
