Fifty years ago today, 7 September 1966, my dad and mom gave me a new Bible. It was my senior year in high school, the first week of two-a-day football practices, and I crawled home that day, bone tired. Mom made a special dinner for me, since it was my birthday, and dad gave me this new RSV. As you can see, the inscription is significant:
Nothing could be greater than to have a son — a son who loves the Lord and walks with Him.
Your mother and I have found this Book our dearest treasure. We give it to you and doing so can give nothing greater. Be a student of the Bible and your life will be full of blessing. We love you.
As I read these wonderful words at the dinner table fifty years ago today, it never occurred to me to think, “Dad doesn’t really believe that. It’s just religious talk.” I knew he meant it, because I watched him live it. He was a student of the Bible, and his life was full of blessing, and I wanted what he had. It took me a few more years to get clarity in some ways, not surprisingly. But on this day so long ago my dad said something to me that left a deep impression. It moved me then, and it moves me now.
Have you said this yet to your son? If you will, he will remember it fifty years from now.
This post was originally published on The Gospel Coalition