I’m a big fan of carrying my Bible with me. I used to have this teeny, tiny little Bible I carried in my bag so it was always available when I needed to look up a reference or needed a little bit of encouragement.
But… then I got glasses. Now my tiny little Bible doesn’t cut the mustard, mainly because I can’t see the words. Funnily, this was about the same time I got my first iphone and discovered the world of Bible apps, sermon apps, and study apps.
I have to admit that I love being able to ‘google’ a reference and have immediate access to an entire library of commentaries and any version of the Bible I happen to desire. No more do I have to empty my entire bookshelf onto the dining table to complete a Bible study. No more tedious looking things up by hand.
I’ve even been known to leave my Bible at home on a Sunday these days… it just seems easier to pick up my ipad. Interestingly, more and more I see people in the same row as me at church doing the same thing – pulling out their ipads and smart phones to study the word.
But something happened a few weeks ago that has me carrying my ‘real’ Bible to church and Bible study again.
I was given my grandfathers Bible. My grandfather died several years ago, but the other day my Nan handed me what is now one of my most treasured possessions – his Bible.
I took his Bible home, and when I opened his Bible in a window of quiet time, inside I found the pages filled with notes capturing how the word of God was living and active for him throughout his life.
I wept as I held it in my hands and read his prayers for his grandchildren, me, written out. His bold declarations of truth, his faith in the God who saves, the notes from many of the sermons he wrote, and some of those precious children’s talks he was so famous for in our neck of the woods… I knew then.
It struck me like a brick to the forehead… I have nothing even remotely like this to pass on to my own children or grandchildren (when that time comes). And if I continue to take notes on my ipad or iphone everytime I’m at church or Bible study then I won’t ever have anything to share with them after I’ve gone. No legacy from Christ through me.
I think it’s safe to say that most of us want to leave a legacy for our kids. We want them to understand who we are, know the things that were important to us, maybe even know some of our struggles. What better way than to give them this glimpse into our hearts?
What other ways can you think of to leave this powerful legacy for your kids in an age of digital everything?