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An old woman, a true saint of God, was dying. For many years she had studied the Bible, committing much of it to memory. As her health failed, her mind began to falter and she couldn’t remember many of the passages she once quoted by heart. She passed her days sitting in a rocking chair in her sunny living room, remembering as much as she could.
Near the end she could only remember one verse, “I know whom I have believed, and am persuaded that he is able to keep that which I’ve committed unto him against that day” (II Timothy 1:12).
Little by little she lost her ability to say even that one verse. Eventually she could only repeat one phrase—and she said it over and over—“that which I’ve committed unto him.”
In her last few days, her family saw her lips moving. She was repeating something over and over. When they leaned over, they could hear her whisper one word: “Him … Him … Him.” At the end she had lost the whole Bible except that one word, but in that one word she had the whole Bible. The Bible is all about him.
Glory to God!
Near the end she could only remember one verse, “I know whom I have believed, and am persuaded that he is able to keep that which I’ve committed unto him against that day” (II Timothy 1:12).
Little by little she lost her ability to say even that one verse. Eventually she could only repeat one phrase—and she said it over and over—“that which I’ve committed unto him.”
In her last few days, her family saw her lips moving. She was repeating something over and over. When they leaned over, they could hear her whisper one word: “Him … Him … Him.” At the end she had lost the whole Bible except that one word, but in that one word she had the whole Bible. The Bible is all about him.
Glory to God!
