Since my early teenage years, reading the Bible has been part of my daily routine.
My love of God’s word has been nourished by many people: extended family, godparents, Sunday school teachers, pastors, authors, friends and co-workers. Some of these people looked on reading the Bible as a way to participate in a conversation with God. My Auntie Lillian was one of them.
A farm wife who had seen more than her share of poverty and life’s disappointments, my Auntie Lillian was a regular Martha where hospitality was concerned, but a true Mary when it came to reading and meditating on God’s word.
Though dead for many years, her influence has not passed away. When I hold and read her Bible, something I do every summer while visiting at her son’s home, I feel her presence. My Auntie Lillian’s Bible teaches me a lesson about faithfulness and love every time I open it. In the passages that she has underlined and the places where she has inserted bookmarks, memorial cards or dried wildflowers, I find the source of the strength that sustained her. Auntie Lillian is still reminding me that when I read my Bible, God and I are talking.
Lord, thank you for keeping the conversation going. Amen. — CKA