Charlie And The Bible

Charlie went to a school where he learned to love the Bible. One day his mother sent him to the store to buy some soap.

They did not have paper bags or boxes in those days. Instead, the clerks wrapped what you bought in all sorts of paper. Therefore, when Charlie put his soap on the counter, the clerk tore a page from a large book for wrapping paper. But when Charlie saw the wrapping, he exclaimed, “Why, madam! That is the Bible!”

The woman carelessly answered, “Well, what if it is?”

“But it is the Bible,” Charlie repeated, “and what are you doing with it?”

“Wrapping soap,” she answered.

“But, madam,” he cried, “you should not tear up that book or use it like that It is the Bible!”

“What difference does it make?” she asked. “I bought it for waste paper to use in the store.”

“What—the Bible? Oh, I wish it were mine; I would not tear it up like that.”

“Well,” said the woman, “if you will pay me for it, you may have it.”

“Thank you, madam,” he replied. “I will go home and ask my mother for some money.”

Away he went. When he arrived home, he said, “Mother, Mother! Please give me some money!”

“What for?” asked his mother.

“To buy a Bible. The clerk at the store was tearing up a Bible, and I told her that it must not be torn up.”

But his mother said, “My dear boy, I cannot give you the money, for I have none.”

Charlie cried, but there was no money to be had. Still sobbing, he went back to the clerk and said, “My mother is poor and cannot give me money; but please, don’t tear up the Bible. My teachers have told me that it is the Word of God!”

The woman saw that Charlie was greatly concerned. She said, “Well, don’t cry. If you will bring me its weight in waste paper, you shall have the Bible.” At this unexpected good news, Charlie dried his tears and hurried away. “I certainly will madam. Thank you!”

Soon he was home again. He asked his mother for some paper. She gave him all she had. Then he went to all the houses in the neighborhood, asking for paper. When he had collected enough, he hurried back to the store. “Now, madam,” he said, “I have the paper!”

“Very well,” said the woman, “Let me weigh it.”

The paper was put on one side of the scale, and the Bible on the other. The scale showed he had enough. With tears of joy sparkling in his eyes, he cried out, “The Bible is mine!” As he took it from the woman, he exclaimed, “I have it! I have it!” Away he ran to his mother. As he went, he cried, “I have the Bible! I have the Bible!”

Boys and girls, you have also been taught that the Bible is the Word of God. Do you have as much regard for it as this boy did? May you learn to know its value, and prize it highly!

Comfort Through Affliction

If I had never known the sadness of rejection,
If I had never dropped to depths of dark despair,
If I had never felt the grief of separation—
Dear friend, what words of comfort could I share?

If I had never known the precious gift of loving
And having tried so hard to keep that love, but lost,
How would I know the utter desperation
The hopelessness, the hurt, the bitter cost?

But friend, I’ve walked in that dark, lonesome valley,
I nearly sank in waters cold and deep:
I’ve longed to end this life of grief and heartaches,
For all it seemed that I could do was weep.

But God, in His great love and tender mercy,
Has lifted me with His almighty hand;
And how I praise Him for the lessons taught me,
For now I know, and care, and understand!

1 thank Him for the promises He’s given,
For grace sufficient for each passing day;
For blessings He has showered without number,
For closer fellowship with Him along life’s way.

I praise Him for His never-failing presence—
J walk and talk with Him each lonely hour;
If I had never known how great my weakness,
I might have never known His mighty power.

So, friend, if you are passing through that lonely valley,
You feel that life holds no more joy for you;
Look up into the blessed face of Jesus—
He understands, and He will see you through.

Our Savior walked that lonesome road to Calvary;
Endured such grief as we have never known:
And He has promised never to forsake us—
Dear friend, you need not walk this troubled road alone.

Seek opportunities to be of loving service,
Obey God’s Word, believe the power of prayer!
And our great God of comfort, love, and mercy
Will keep you in His tender, loving care.

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