When I first saw this short video I can neither confirm nor deny that I may or may not have cried like a slapped baby during it…purportedly.
Under strict government constraints, the word is a precious treasure to Chinese Christians. They’re like gleeful kids on Christmas morning. Some are well into their forties and fifties until they’ve personally cradled their own Bible. Many more will never own their own Bible.
Even the smell of a Bible is a beautiful fragrance to them.
I have numerous misplaced Bibles loitering in my back seat, under couches, and stuck to book shelves like an ignored relic. I won’t skip a physical meal but I will neglect the nourishment of my soul with passive procrastination for days.
These Chinese souls have really grasped Psalm 119 in experiential ways that make me jealous (Psalm 119:11, 14, 24, 47).
God bless them.
God help me.
Go to this ministry and donate five bucks to help more Chinese believers experience this unfettered joy: Bibles for China.