TWO VERY interesting little incents are supposed to have taken place in the lives of two of England’s kings both of whom were named Edward.
One day King Edward VI and some of his court attendants were assembled together, when one of them wanted something just out of his reach. Looking around for something to stand on, the attendant saw a large Bible — and carelessly laying it on the floor, he stepped on it, and reaching up he grasped hold of the thing he desired.
The King, not wanting to embarrass his attendant, said nothing, but instead, stooped down and picked up the Bible, kissed it, and laid it on a table. The King knew the value of the Book that he held and who was its Author; he did not want it to be despised.
King Edward VII lived three hundred years later. When he was a boy, his mother, Queen Victoria, gave him a little gospel paper. Years later, when he was dying, he remembered it and asked one of his attendants to find it for him. It was found and read to him, and God used its message to give him peace through faith in the Lord Jesus Christ before he died.
How solemn it would be if the Bible only told us we were sinners doomed to eternal punishment by a holy God, if it did not tell us how that same God so loved us that He sent His only Son into the world to be our Saviour and to bring us back to Himself!
But instead, what a wonderful Book the Bible is, for it tells us of Jesus who died for us, who lives again in heaven, and who is coming back for all those who have been cleansed by His precious blood.
ML-03/14/1971