When I first started reading the Word of God on the bed of sickness, Grandma would prop the
Bible up in front of me as I lay there on my bed. I could only read for about ten minutes at a
time — after that I could hardly see. Then that was all I could read for the day.
The next day I would read for another ten or fifteen minutes. After a few weeks of reading like
that, I got so I could read for an hour at a time; eventually I could read for as long as I liked.
As a child, I had been brought up going to Sunday school; I can't remember the first time I
went to church. Nor can I remember the first time I ever read the Bible. It seemed I had prayed
all of my life, yet I had never been born again until April 22, 1933.
You see, you can be religious and yet not really be a born-again child of God. But when you
are born again, the very same Bible that you have been reading looks different. The Bible
becomes clear and easy to understand when you are born again. And as I read Grandma's
Bible, I found that Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever (Heb. 13:8).
