I study my Bible like I gather apples. I shake the whole tree first that the ripest might fall. Then I shake each limb and when I have shaken each limb I shake each branch. And then I shake every twig. And then I look under every leaf. I search the Bible as a whole, like shaking the whole tree. Then I shake every limb, I study book after book. Then I shake every branch, I give attention to the chapters. Then I shake every twig or a careful study of the paragraphs and sentences and words and meanings. The Word is such a unique book. When I am tired, the Bible is my bed. Or in the dark the Bible is my light. When I am hungry, it is living bread, or fearful it is armor for the fight. When I am sick it is healing medicine, or lonely throngs of friends I find therein. If I would work the Bible is my tool. Or play, it is the harp of tuneful sound. If I am ignorant, it is my school. If I am sinking, it is solid ground. If I am cold, the Bible is my fire and it gives wings if boldly I aspire. Does gloom oppress? The Bible is a sun. Midst ugliness it is a garden fair. Am I athirst, how cool its waters run, or stifled what a vivifying air. Since thus thou givest of Thyself to me, how should I give myself, great Book, to thee.--Martin Luther
Posted on: Fri, 08 Nov 2013 15:35:08 +0000
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