Grandmother’s Bible

I was reading this morning in my Grandmother’s Bible – an old black leather cannon of scripture. Her hands worn the cover into a soft fabric – her pen underlining here and there.

And I was drawn this morning to look up a reference from Psalms – 133 – spoken of during the gathering of the Body on Sunday – during a testimony of two Christian Brothers united – who are ying and yang and yet so very much the same – I’ll just type out their verse –

BEHOLD, how good and how pleasant it is for brethren to dwell together in unity!

It is like the precious ointment upon the head, that ran down upon the beard, even Aaron’s beard: that went down to the skirts of his garments;

As the dew of Hermon, and as the dew that descended upon the mountains of Zion: for there the LORD commanded the blessing, even life for evermore.

And I read it again, in the Dew of the Morning, and prayed unity over our Nation – Over Christians abroad – to be united in Truth First – gathered by experiences – but United. In Truth.

So I read on – in the old King James version – enjoying Psalm 133-139. In the old words. I looked them up in my newer versions – and even the meaning of the verses changed with the inflections and words left out, descriptions changed, even the tense of time.  I beg of you to find, look up, an old King James, and let the entire text comfort you this morning, as it has done for me. I have debated posting the verses here – but really – the entirety – of the 6 chapters, has truly helped me to find my focus this morning.

My God bless you during the reading of His Word.

I leave you with a small piece from  Ps 139 –

How precious also are they thoughts unto me, O God! How great is the sum of them!

If I should count them, they are more in number than the sand: when I awake, I am still with thee.

Surely though wilt slay the wicked, O God: depart from me therefore, ye bloody men.

For they speak against thee wickedly, and thine enemies take thy name in vain.

Do not I hate them, O Lord, that hate thee? and am not I grieved with those that rise up against thee?

I hate them with perfect hatred: I count them mine enemies.

Search me, O God, and know my  heart: Try me, and know my thoughts: And see if there be any wicked way in me, and lead me the way everlasting.

I ask my brothers and sisters – to consider the grief of the nation – to question if their hatred is perfect – the hatred of sin and not the sinner – the enemies of God and not of us – and to beg the Lord – to try our hearts – and see if any of our stand against the enemy has turned to wickedness – Let the Lord search the hearts and thoughts. I have asked him to search mine.

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One Response to Grandmother’s Bible

  1. May I remember this every day: Search me, O God, and know my heart: Try me, and know my thoughts: And see if there be any wicked way in me, and lead me the way everlasting.

    Thank you for sharing!

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