King Edward VI lived three hundred years ago. One day some of his court attendants were assembled tether. One of them wanted something on a shelf that was just out of his reach. Looking around for something to stand on, he saw a large Bible. Carelessly laying it on the floor, he stepped on it, and reaching up he grasped hold of the thing he wanted.
King Edward, not wishing to embarrass his attendant, said nothing, but instead stooped down and picked up the Bible, kissed it, and laid it on the table. The king knew the value of the Book that he held and who its author was; he did not wish it to be despised.
“The Lord is nigh unto all them that call upon Him, to all that call upon Him in truth.
King Edward VII lived three centuries 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. He found it and read it to him. God used its message to bring the king 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-05/14/1978