Story Time

Back when I was a young lad of about 11 years old, I was given a pocket size Bible. It was one of many New Testament Bibles given to students in the middle grades of public school. 

I was a new Christian at the time, having pledged my life to Christ. I loved that little Bible and sometimes carried it with me as I went about my day. 

We lived on a farm, so I was often out doing chores and helping in the fields. 

It was a fall day, as I recall, and I was out driving an open cab tractor, pulling a cultivator. During a pass across the field, I noticed my Bible wasn’t in my pocket! 

I stopped the tractor, looked all over but realized it must have slipped out and fallen to the ground. I climbed down and started walking back in the tilled dirt. I prayed that I would be able to find the Bible, even though I knew the chance was slight. I was thinking it could be buried. The binding was a silver-grey colour, and of course the dirt was grey! But as I walked, I prayed and I searched for a little Book in a great big field. 

God answered that prayer! I hadn’t walked very far before I found it. 

I’m a grey-haired man now but I still have that small treasured Bible, and I still have my faith in a great big God.