Last week I visited a friend in hospital. Before leaving, I asked if she had her Bible handy. Slipping her hand under her pillow, she produced the precious volume for me to read to her. But in spite of her eagerness to hear God’s word, I left the ward sad.
Was I sad because the Bible was dirty and water-damaged, cover falling off and pages mildewed and wrinkled? No.
Was I sad because the Bible was the Good News Bible, not a word-for-word translation? No.
I was sad because the Bible was in a language my friend couldn’t understand. When I read the life-giving words of God, the meaning was lost to her because it was not in her language.
In fact, the Bible is not even available in her language. She has to make do with catching a word here and there in a foreign translation and the explanations of others.
Have you thanked God today for your copy of His Word in your own language? What are you doing to help others be able to read the Bible in their own language too?