The Bible is not a magic book. When I was growing up, we had a gigantic, gilded family Bible that sat on the coffee table. Nobody ever cracked open its pages. We just presented it for all to see, as if its mere presence would ward off the devil as soon as he glimpsed its industrial size. I had a friend who told me that, as a boy, he used to sleep with the Bible tucked under his pillow to protect him from bad dreams. Nice thought, but God makes no such promises. For the Bible to do you any good, you must pick it up, read it, and absorb its truths into your heart.
