New Bible

An article by Don Quixote    1 Comment

Today I’m a little heart broken.

As I’m picking up the house to get ready for game night I grabbed my Bible to put it away and fell apart.

Now as shocking as that sounds, I knew that was going to happen. The pages have been detached from the spine now for about 2 years, possibly 3. Its been glued, re-glued, rebound, rubber banded together, you name it. The poor books is on it’s last leg.

It’s hard for me to part with it and get a new Bible for many reasons; foremost being that this has been my Bible for over 15 years and I believe it was used when I got it.

Every thought, ever note, every everything that I’ve ever gone through spiritually is contained I the pages of that Bible. I’ve gone through it cover to cover and back again. Verses are highlighted, notes are jotted in the margins, doodles, scribbles by other people, my entire spiritual life bound on tattered pages of a used Bible.

I know that book.

I know where all the books are, I know the feel of the pages, I can just open right up to where I want to go, but now it’s crumbling into ruin and I don’t want to give it up.

But maybe it’s time.

Maybe it’s time to start over, take a look at familiar words and phrases in a new way. That’s the problem with an old Bible that you’ve had for years, when you see a verse highlighted you read it differently, you skip over certain parts because you already know it, you’ve already come to your great conclusions about the matter and nothing is left to be discovered except in the often neglected pages of your Old Testament.

Perhaps the broken spine of this Bible is God’s way of telling me that I need to pick it up anew and see things in a different light.

As much as I hate to admit it, it looks like its time for a trip to the Anchor room… that is unless I can find one on eBay first.