Thursday, September 11, 2003


I do not know you, Denny.

I have your Bible. I know it's yours because your name is embossed on the cover.

It's the King James Bible, and affixed in the center of the front and back covers are stickers...for the Indianapolis Motor Speedway.

I don't know why.

A friend found the Bible last night protruding from a small white box, inside a garbage bag discarded on the edge of our church parking lot.

I do not know you, Denny.

I know you haven't had this Bible for very long. The binding is unbent and inside there is an inscription dated June 4, 2003.

The inscription reads in part, "I want you to have this Bible. I want you to know I love you with all my heart."

It's signed "Dad."

I do not know you Denny.

I don't know if you are hurting or believe you have a good reason to reject this gift.

I do not know you, Denny.

I'm going to hold onto your Bible in case you change your mind.

I will keep it inside that same little white box. The one marked, Handle with Care.

I would like to know you, Denny.

Please feel free to come inside my Father's House.

We will handle you with care too, I promise.

PSALM 66:20

Praise be to God, who has not rejected my prayer or withheld his love from me!