The String Bound Bible (continued) a few weeks, someone saw it and it was taken from me and burned. I was given the hardest tasks and was often mistreated, but I missed my Bible most. I prayed on long marches or on my bed, and I tried to remem ber all the verses I had learned from God’s Word. We marched south week after week, and I seldom saw a church, and I had no opportunity to buy a Bible. “We came one day to a large city where defeated troops and looters had ransacked, damaged, and littered as many places as possible. As a lowly and despised private, I was given the task of clearing one large room in an upper floor of an office building. As I gathered up tom sheets of paper, which was scattered all over the room, I glanced idly at a piece in my hand and saw, with startled wonder, that it was a page from the Bible. Then, I set to work rapidly, looking closely at every little scrap of paper and putting the precious Bible pages in a special pile, which I covered with
I was glad, for it made the book smaller. My joy was full, because I had a Bible again!” “What happened later?” the mis sionary asked in excitement, “ Did the soldiers find that Bible, too?” “ No!” replied Chow, “for it has never left my side except when I was alone. In all the months we have been marching from the south to the west, I have kept it tied to my side, bound with a long sash inside my jacket. Just feeling it there day and night has been a comfort. Would you like to see it?” “Yes, yes,” the group answered al most with one breath. Chow turned his back, opened his loose jacket, fumbled inside for a few minutes and then drew out the odd looking book. Then turning, he held it out in both hands for the listeners to see and said simply: “ This is my greatest treasure.” As the Christians looked at the rough, worn little book with its string- bound back and saw the, lové and pride in Chow’s face, all were moved with emotion. Tears came into the eyes of the missionary as she thought of what that book meant and of all the suffering which it represented. Its unattractive binding and hard wear, which told of constant use, were in such contrast to many unused leather-bound, gilt-edged Bibles she had seen! With glad hearts the Christians welcomed this brother in Christ, and as it was almost church time, some one said: “ Let us pray for Chow before we go into the church!” A young deacon led in prayer and echoed the desires of all when he closed his prayer with these words: “And, Lord, help us all to love and treasure our Bibles as Chow has loved and cared for his string-bound Bible, in Jesus Name! Amen!” end Bad habits are like a comfortable bed . . . easy to get into . . . but hard to get out of. * * * * * You may depend upon the Lord . . . but may the Lord depend upon you? I NEW KYBC MEMBERS The following girls from Tehachapi, < California have read through the Gos- < pel of John and thus have become t members of the Know Your Bible Club > and have received their K .Y.B.C . pins: > Mary Adella Holt, Age 11 i Cheryl Faith Holt, Age 10 < Success comes in cans . . . failure in can'ts. * * * * *
an old piece of sacking. When I had finishing cleaning the room, I tied the Bible pages in a rough bundle and carried it under my loose-fitting jacket. “ The following day we were all given liberty to celebrate the city’s ‘liberation’ so I walked out into the country with my bundle. It looked like dirty clothes and those who saw me thought I was going to a stream to wash. I found a group of graves, and hiding behind a large mound of earth, I carefully sorted the pages and put, them together, in order. I found I had almost the entire Bible! How I praised God for His goodness! I hid these precious pages, wrapped in the same old sacking, under a rock. The next day I asked for a heavy needle and string to bind my shoes, and as soon as I had a free hour, I hurried to the graves and began to make my book. I stitched the pages together with great effort and wove the string back and forth to make a binding at the back. There was no cover and
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