It was a week before Christmas and I still needed to get a prop for our school Christmas program so that rainy but pleasant Saturday afternoon,I got out of our small apartment and hunted up a Goodwill in the nearby town of Easton in hopes of acquiring the needed baskets for the program.
I found 2 baskets that would do the job perfectly and then browsed through the sweaters for a little while. Finding six, I made my way to the other side of the store and waited patiently in line for my turn to use the fitting room.
It was taking the people awhile so I had time to take in my surroundings , although it was nothing fabulous or grand.
Over the intercom I hear, ” Manager to the front please. We need change for a $20 and a $40.” An elderly man grins and asks me in a disbelieving tone ,” Did they just say they needed a $40 bill?”.
I’m still standing by my cart of sweaters waiting…. I am made aware of the ridiculous music playing and become annoyed at the shallow song. It was about a guy that kept eating his wife’s Christmas cookies before she could frost them….etc.which had nothing to do with the true meaning of Christmas. Seriously, Christmas isn’t about the cookies, decorations, gifts, or parties altho there is much of that during this season. Without Christ’s lowly birth , there would be no Christmas. I try to tune out the song.
By now another lady has joined me in waiting for the fitting room. Ahead of me, slightly to my right is a cart full to overflowing of old books. It doesn’t interest me one bit to go through them. It looks too overwhelming and dare I say, boring?! Besides, I’m waiting in line for the fitting room.
My gaze happened to once again land on that cart ladened with old books. This time however, I noticed a white,medium-sized book down in the corner. It was under many books but the cover was facing toward me and I could read the title. It said “Holy Bible”. Here in the dirty, Easton Goodwill ,under many old books, some quite likely trash, was the Word of God. Out of all the numerous books in the cart , there was one Living Book. How many people knew what a change that small, white book could make on a person’s life? How many people knew the power of that Book? Will someone find that book and take the time to dig it out and read it?
Finally my turn came to use the fitting room and I left that Book there. However, it hasn’t left my memory. Should I have rescued it? What are your thoughts? What would you have done?
People in other countries are begging and praying for Bibles and here in America where we have freedom of religion and easy access to Bibles , they are tossed carelessly into the bottom of old carts in Goodwills or are laid on coffee tables and night stands to be dusted off once in a while. Is the Bible precious to you? Or is it just a good Book to be read daily or at least weekly to maintain your spirituality? I fear I take my Bible too much for-granted but I am very grateful for the privilege I have to own one . One I can personalize by highlighting and marking verses in it. One that is Real and Living!
What is your Bible to you?