Two years ago my Bible was the worse for wear so I replaced it with an as new still in its box identical one, which unexpectedly turned up in the Oxfam shop.
So I started using the new one.
Last week I inadvertently left said replacement Bible in Montrose (40 miles from my desk!).
So I looked out the old one, which actually still works!
Then, just in case I was mistaken and my Bible wasn't in Montrose, I took the old one for the service today.
Result, Preacher had two Bibles - a twin engine preacher?
And despite using the new one for nearly two years, and despite them being identical, I found myself more familiar with the old one, which I've had since 1993, a gift from my friend Bob Maccini, and which has a reserved space on my desk.
Like wear and tear, and scratches and repairs on an old musical instrument, the glue, and stitches and Duct tape that holds it together are now part of the fabric and character of this particular retired, now semi-retired Bible.
No, you didn't need to know all that, but maybe I needed to write it!
Whimsical Haiku
1
Who needs two Bibles
if the content is the same,
old yet ever new?
2
From this old Bible
has come food for the journey,
and light on the road.
Bibles which are falling apart are usually owned by people who are not.
Posted by: ANGELA ALMOND | August 08, 2022 at 10:33 AM