The cover is cracked and worn. The spine binding is loose and frayed. The pages are yellowed from age. It must be handled carefully.
At first glance, one might just discard it as an old, worthless book. Not me. From the moment it was given to me, I have treasured it and hold it very dear.
It signifies where I've come from, physically and spiritually.
It is a book. Not just any ol' book.
It is a Bible. Not just any old Bible.
It is a Bible... in German.
The hand scrawled lettering on the first pages are still perfectly readable.
The inscription contains:
The name of a family member now gone.
A geographical location...Manchester, Oklahoma.
UPDATED to ADD: The house in Manchester where they lived was built on the land secured by my great-grandpa and his dad (my great-great grandpa) during the Great Oklahoma Land Run.
A date... Dec. 25, 1909. A Christmas Gift?
Regardless of the occasion it was obtained, it was apparently considered a great treasure to the recipient, and to the family members through whose hands it has passed... as it has lasted all of these years.
A gift passed down through generations... through the heart and hands of my family. And now to mine. What a great treasure to me.
As I flip through the pages picking out familiar passages, I am reminded that I am holding a piece of my legacy. One rich in the things of God. I am blessed.
May I be so careful and intentional in passing the legacy on to generations to come. Not just the legacy that I hold in my hands, but a legacy of the heart, rich in eternal things and the things of God.
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Home Is... a family heirloom.