Rejoice with me. I found my Bible. Remember the parable of lost coin - Lk 15:18-19? It felt that way.
I have not told you but for the last couple of months, since November '07, I was really out of kilter. I lost my NT NRSV vest pocket Bible, a Bible I have been using for more than 15 years now. Yeah, I am one of those who like this translation compared to NIV. I think the NIV is too soft for my taste. Some think the NRSV is a liberal translation, hmmm, I am skeptical of that. It is based on the RSV and ESV is built on RSV too so...I doubt if ESV is a liberal translation.
When I lost it I felt like the the woman in the parable of the lost coin. I did look around all over the house. Now I did have a strong hunch it was somewhere in the house and I have looked over the shelves, the rooms, under the bed. I did miss it and I would get depressed, because it was something so useful to me. I used that Bible for my devotions and study, and when asked to preach, it was the one I used. I did pray and told the Lord, how sad I was for losing it, it was like a friend to me. So I wonder if the woman in the parable felt grieved or mourned for her lost coin - a great lost that strikes you at the heart, you get so upset and undone. I felt like that. It was so important that I still did not stop looking and praying I might find it, and pray I did, daily. I was hurting. I was not normal (I do not know if I should use that word because others think I have always been ab-normal - I got OCD).
Well, today before going to work, I was in the garage and I was picking up things from the garage floor when I happened to look up through a table as I bent up. Then, there it was, my black NT, I had to blink a couple of times, I found my friend.
There was my NT sitting on top of a thick black paper back book entitled--- Arnold Swarchenegger's Body Building Guide.
Is the Lord saying something to me here?