An Amazing Gift
by Joy Martin, Co-founder Set Me Free Ministries
Well, God is at it again. He has taken the opportunity this week to once again teach me a valuable lesson through Justice, my now 8-year-old son.
If you read my blog a few weeks ago on Priorities, you’ll remember that God convicted me about making reading His Word a priority. If you missed out, go back and read the blog from June 28. It will only take a minute, and this blog will still be waiting for you when you finish.
So, back to lesson number two: Justice turned 8 on Tuesday, July 13. And while I still find it hard to believe that my baby boy, that tiny 7-pound, 3-ounce bundle of joy that made me a mom, is growing up so quickly, he amazes me on a regular basis with wisdom that is far beyond his years.
The morning of Justice’s birthday I had a meeting to attend for my MOPS group, so I loaded up the van with the kids, the diaper bag, and my Bible, and off we went. On our way, Justice spotted my Bible on the floor between the seats, picked it up, and declared, “Mom, I want a Bible for my birthday.” It was hard to contain the warmth that filled my heart and the smile that crept across my face. “You do?” I asked. He didn’t give it a second thought and explained, “Yeah, I have that little second part, but I need the whole thing.” (He was referring to a small New Testament that my mom had given him a few months back.)
I was so proud as I called my mom to tell her about his request, and she was more than willing to take him shopping for his very own Bible as a birthday gift. Now, because Justice is, after all, only 8, I wondered if his desire and excitement would last much beyond that morning’s drive. But on Saturday afternoon, my mom asked him if he was ready to go pick out his Bible, and he gladly accepted the invitation. The minute he walked in the door after their trip, he came to me, “Look at the Bible Grandma Brown got me, Mom. I picked it out, and look! It has my name on it!” He proudly displayed his new Adventure Bible with the name Justice pressed in silver leaf in the corner.
Justice held that Bible—his very first Bible—with such pride and wonder. And when I originally started this blog, I thought that was the lesson. Even at 32, I should still have that same awe and wonder about my own Bible. But as I began writing what would have been my conclusion here, I realized something so much deeper.
Justice can have the upmost respect and excitement for his Bible, but if that’s all it is, it does him no good. If he proudly sets his Bible on his bookshelf and admires it from afar, even if he takes it off the shelf to flip through its crisp new pages on occasion, but doesn’t take the time to sit down and read it, then it might as well be a pretty figurine that is created to be admired. But that’s not at all what the Bible is meant for—it’s meant to be read, to be studied, to be devoured.
And that’s where Zach and I come in. As Justice’s parents, it’s our job to teach Justice, and to later teach Julie, the same lesson. The Bible is meant to be studied. It is our instruction book from the Creator Himself. And that is an amazing gift, indeed.