Last week my Bible turned 15 years old. It’s an Indiana Jones Bible. Its leather edges are torn, its pages are crinkled, and its spine has been saved with tape more than once. It has survived 4 years of college, countless trips and adventures, daily quiet times, ink smears, and tears. It graciously accepted my colored pen phase—its verses are underlined, boxed, and starred in bright blue, pink, and purple. Just about every white space has notes, poems, and outlines crammed into them. This Bible has been loved. We’ve been through a lot together.
Do you have a Bible like that?