As a child growing up– in a small town near Detroit, Michigan– I remember often seeing large Bibles displayed in people’s homes. However, I don’t remember anyone who actually read them.
Many people try reading the Bible, but never make it past the first couple chapters of Genesis – right around the ‘who begat who’s– I was no exception and never thought much about it until, when I was eighteen, someone read to me what Jesus said in the Bible book of John:
“For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life.” (NKJV)
That was clear to me– I was loved by God!– And Jesus, the expression of that love, had given His life to the world―to me. I asked Him to come into my heart– my life– receiving Him, His promise of eternal life, and His love, care, freedom, truth, peace, and happiness.
You can also simply pray a similar prayer:
Dear Jesus, thank You for giving Your life for me. Please forgive me for the wrong things I’ve done, come into my heart, give me Your free gift of eternal life, and teach me more about Your love. Amen.
Having met the author, I began reading the Bible– studying it– and, just as I told the young lady, I found it to be an amazing book. Contrary to what I expected– and to my relief– I discovered that it wasn’t about being ‘religious’, but about living a life of love– loving God and letting Him love others through us.
Okay, so I cashed the ‘check’ of Heaven as soon as it hit my hand– but, if you would like to maybe have a look at the signature before you carry it to the bank, you’ll have to check out, That Book and That Man– Part Three
