Would You Miss It?

I never thought about it, until the other day. My sons and I volunteer at our church to clean up the auditorium, restock it; prepare it, basically, for worship service each week. I've been shocked appalled disgusted saddened at what we find within the sanctuary. Each week it's as if a rock concert has been held. We find candy, soda bottles, coffee cups, notes with offensive messages written on them, grocery lists, and even movie tickets from the previous night (movies that no follower of Christ would ever watch). But, nothing has amazed me more than the Bibles that are left behind. Okay, so someone forgets It . . .  that's not what amazes me most. I'm stunned at how many WEEKS those Bibles left behind actually sit in the lost and found of the auditorium. Some sit there for months . . . some never claimed.

So, as we left the church last week, I thought to myself . . . if I forgot my Bible, there is NO WAY I could go even several hours without It. I am literally so dependent upon it throughout my day that there is no way I could live without It for more than a few moments. I have notes taken in it, messages from God to me are written within the margins, personal revelations that carry me through each day with great joy and strength are journaled there. The Word of God gives me the very breath I breathe. It is my greatest treasure.

So, how about you? Would you miss your Bible? How long would it take you to realize you'd forgotten it somewhere. It's a question not meant for condemnation, but simply a question to ponder upon. It's one of those questions that begs an answer in this journey of faith.