Diamonds in the Rough

A member of my congregation emailed the following to me....

Inspired by your write up in last weeks bulletin, my younger brother
and I went over to our old rental church property on Lasalle following
Sunday afternoon's service. We found the sanctuary still intact although
stripped from the inside; our walk through the building triggered many
memories, probably more for myself than for him. That building remains the
source of many memories for me and probably quite a few others in the
congregation.

What we found among the rubble struck a nerve, neatly stacked by one of the
wreckers was a stack of about 5 - 10 Bibles. They seemed out of place in
the mess. Steel was piled with steel, rubber with rubber, glass with glass,
however it was obvious that whoever had stacked the Bibles couldn't quite
figure out where they belonged, but knew they didn't belong in the rubble.

The Bibles were older and well used, all RSV version and all taped along
the spine indicative of their use over the years. It was inspiring to see
them stacked there. There it was, the word of God, the only book that
matters and was inspired by Him lay amongst the rubble on the floor of this
dirty construction site. We couldn't help but take them with us.