by Linda Veath
My first Boston Terrier was a chewing terror! Nothing was safe. Shoes. Gloves. Tissues. Paper. My reading glasses. My bank account book. His bed. Mom’s sofa cushions. (Oops!) And my Bible.
Yes, you read that right. Not only were there teeth marks in multiple places, but Chapters 12 and 13 of Hebrews were in pieces. With thanks to the Lord for scotch tape, I managed to tape Hebrews back together. Except for a couple of small holes.
I sure am thankful that the real version of God’s Holy Word has no holes. Although there are people today who do try to find holes in it. When they don’t agree with something in the Bible, they just ignore it, toss it out, or change its meaning. Whether it’s creation or the flood, the existence of hell, the definition of marriage, the sanctity of life itself, what Jesus said and did, people just remove it. Like my dog tried to remove a page from my Bible.
Apparently, they haven’t read the Bible passages that tell us He established His statutes so they would last forever
Moses told the Israelites not to add to or take away from the law [Deuteronomy 4:2] and Jesus tells us that until the time when heaven and earth do pass away, not the smallest letter, not the least stroke of a pen—jots and tittles—will disappear from the law. Amen.
[ctt title=”Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will never pass away. ~ Mark 13:31 NIV” tweet=”Heaven and earth will pass away, but my words will never pass away. ~ Mark 13:31 NIV https://ctt.ec/xw1Hc+ ” coverup=”xw1Hc”]My Bible with the hole in Hebrews is a constant reminder that God’s Word is perfect in every way. It’s also a reminder of my mother’s faith. She gave me this Bible at a very difficult time in my life, handing it to me and saying, “Read it.” And I did. Thanks, Mom.
And thanks to ALL moms who hand their faith down to their families. Happy Mother’s Day.