His Very Own Bible

Growing up in the Methodist Church, I learned many of its fine traditions. Confirmation in eight grade. Communion when you are ready and able. Absolute love of "How Great Thou Art."

There was one tradition, however, that I had forgotten about until last week: Third graders getting their first bible.

We received a letter a few weeks ago announcing that third graders would be recognized with their very own bible, and Andrew, of course, is in third grade. So, on Sunday in church, the time came.

Third graders remained at the front of the church after the children's sermon. The kids all watched the pastor talk fondly of her first bible as she proudly displayed its many bookmarks and frayed pages.

This prompted a brief moment of reflection for me. Where was my third grade bible? I remember receiving it; I can still picture the black cover with gold writing. I always visualize it in the bottom of our coat closet at home in a stack of miscellaneous books we had stacked there. I haven't seen it in years. (I hate to admit that.) Perhaps it is still there?

Anyways, after my nostalgic moment, the pastor then proudly presented each third grader with their own bible. She called Andrew's name and he eagerly grabbed his own copy marked with his name, the church, and the pastor's name as well. Then, Pastor Sharon encouraged them all to look up and read their very first bible verse together.

I was proud of Andrew's enthusiasm about receiving the bible. He even took it to Sunday School immediately following the sermon.

It seems like every day as a family we encounter another "first" as the boys continue to keep growing and maturing. I feel like a spectator at times, just watching them mature. However, I am so proud to be their mom.