A young girl, who recently had asked the Lord Jesus to be her Saviour, bought a Bible as a gift for her father. As she started to wrap it she wondered what to write on the flyleaf. “From Amy,” didn’t seem nice enough. “From your little daughter,” didn’t seem quite right either, because she wasn’t very little anymore. “From one who loves you,” would not do either, because there were lots of other people who loved him, too. Finally, she decided to go into her father’s library to see what other people had written in books they had given him.
On the flyleaf of one book was written, “From the author,” followed by a signature. Amy thought to herself, “This book really is from God to my father, and God is the author.” So she decided to write, “From the Author” in the flyleaf, and then she carefully wrapped it.
When Amy’s father opened his gift and saw what Amy had written, he realized that he did not know the Author of the Bible. He began to read it, and it wasn’t long before he learned about the Author’s love for him, and asked Him to be his Saviour, too.
When we read our Bibles, let us always remember that it is a gift to us from God, “the Author.”
ML-03/14/1982