I praise you for remembering me in everything and for holding to the teachings, just as I passed them on to you  (1 Corinthians 11:2).   

My bible is a bit tattered, to be honest.

It’s dog-eared, and the front cover has fallen off.

A few of the pages are stained with tea or dirt or slightly puckered from water. 

The damage has come honestly, through thirty-seven years of daily reading.

It makes me think of a treasure chest from one of those old pirate movies.

The outside is battered and worn and looking ready for the ash heap, but inside…

treasure.

We have a heritage, passed down from generation to generation.

It’s been translated many different ways, but the Truth has been preserved and protected by the Truth Giver. 

It’s like a Thomas Guide for life, and well, it’s well worth following.

So follow.

Happy Tuesday, Beloved