“Third time’s a charm” people say, but I doubt it was in reference to my seemingly frequent ability to lose my Bibles. 1-2-3. This was the third time. Each time has been painful since each were filled with my personal notes.
The first time was in Houston outside of a furniture store. Someone broke into my wife’s truck and stole my Bible and a Jesus Video. They obviously needed them. The only sad part for me was having to pay $200 for a new window and losing the Bible that I read that used to renew my Faith in Jesus. I hope there’s an ex-con-turned-Bible-thumper out there who read it, watched the video and turned his life around.
The second Bible was separated from me on a public bus in Asia. We were on our way to church with some friends and my wife noticed that her bag had a brand new hole in the side. We looked and the only thing that was missing was my just-marked-up-with-all-my-personal-notes-Bible. It was leather and with a zipper and looked a lot like a local man-purse, so the thief was probably sorely disappointed to find that it not only was not full of money, but that it was a Book that condemned the pursuit of unrighteous gain! The good news is that this Bible was in the local language and I hope that there is now an Asian-ex-con-turned-Bible-thumper out there who read it and turned his life around.
My third Bible was lost just yesterday on Southwest flight 794 to Houston. I was nearing the completion of my marking up of my small travel Bible and I put it in the pocket in front of my chair (which I never do) because Sterling wanted to sit in my lap. Time went by, and we got off the plane and arrived safely home. Today I was looking for it as I wanted to finish marking it up and realized that my Bible took a trip to Philadelphia (that’s where the plane was going to continue on to). This one was all my fault, so I hope that there’s some ex-Houstonian-turned-Philadelphian-turned-Bible-thumper out there who read it and turned his life around.