Ask one question and it is amazing how the “camps” develop. For example, here is a question: how important is the Bible to people’s lives? To yours?

Camp #1: “The Bible? It’s just another book. Some wise sayings here and there, mixed with a lot of genealogies, myths and crazy visions.”

Camp #2: “Of course the Bible is important-at least my pastor thinks so. I’m not so sure but he’s always quoting from it and waving it in the air. But I don’t read it all that much since I can’t understand it.”

Camp #3: They would align themselves with Sir Walter Scott, a committed Christian, who on his deathbed said, “Bring me the Book.” “What book?” his secretary asked. “The Book-the Bible-the only book for a dying man.”

I would say it isn’t just the book for a dying me; it is also the book for a living man. Men will argue with me on that…I know that. I’ve learned pleasing everyone is impossible. Not only that it is an effort in futility.

For me the Bible is a life=giving source. While I don’t always understand it nor feel like reading it, I know it is essential for me. It is my starting place; it is my final authority. Every thought, every word, every action needs to be weighed against it. Will I still misstep? Sure. Will I still misunderstand it? You bet. But that does not change the magnificence of the Book nor its influence.

My sermon this week will be on the Bible: Starting Place and Final Authority.  I’d appreciate your prayers. What does the Bible mean to you?