Psalm 53:2 God looks down from heaven on the sons of men to see if there are any who understand, any who seek God.
Packed and put away for so long, I’d forgotten all about it. But when I came across it during my snowstorm cleaning session yesterday, I remembered.
I remembered finding the Bible years ago. I remembered trying to find the owner . . . notification by mail, google search, announcement in area churches. But I never found the owner and so I kept the Bible . . . not because I needed another King James Version of the Bible (I’m an NIV/Message kinda gal) but because of all the studying and searching revealed in its pages. In pen and pencil, with the steady hand of youth and the growing shakiness of age, that Bible had so obviously and clearly taken the man on his journey to the Kingdom.
That lost Bible tells me that I will see N. W. Dunn, who once lived in Luray, Virginia, in heaven. I’m positive . . . no way can a man know Jesus so well and not get to shake His hand.