A young boy noticed a large black book all covered with
dust lying on a high shelf. His curiosity was aroused, so he asked his mother
about it. Embarrassed, she hastily explained, “That is a Bible. It’s God’s
Book.” The boy thought for a moment and then said, “Well, if that’s God’s Book,
why don’t we give it back to Him? Nobody around here uses it anyway.”
In many homes, the Bible is hardly used or even thought
about. The only time anyone picks it up to read it is when there is trouble,
sickness, or a death in the family, and even then, the person may not know
where to look for the help that’s needed.[1]
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