bookshelfI remember reading a story about an interesting young man.

This man had been raised in a Christian home. He never really read the Bible much, but he knew what it contained. This man left home when he was 18 and lived an average life. He wasn’t rich, and he wasn’t poor.

This man had a very loving Grandmother. Although the man had very little to do with the Grandmother, she loved him and would often send him gifts and letters. By the time the young man was 20, his Grandmother was very sick. She died a few months later.

To the young man’s delight, she had left her small fortune completely to the young man. She left all her valuables for the young man, including her “old, family Bible and all it contains”. The young man was elated to have such a fortune but, since he knew what the Bible contained, he put it up on a high shelf and unpacked the other, more important valuables.

Well, the riches got to the young man and he began to spend more than he should. He got into gambling and other sins that drained him of all his money. Eventually, he had used so much money that he had to move from his rather big house, to a small apartment.

As the young man was packing, he reached up on top of that high shelf and grabbed the Bible. It slipped from his hands as soon as it came off the shelf and landed on the floor. It landed on an edge and it fell open. To the young man’s surprise, on the top of the 175th page, was a $100 bill.

The young man bent over and picked up the Bible. He turned the page and noticed another $100 bill. He turned through every single page. Each and every page had $100 between it.

The young man thought he knew what the Bible contained . . . he didn’t.

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