Diary of the Bible

Sidenote: These words are behind my dad’s bible. He didn’t write them, he inherited the Bible. I asked who wrote them once before, I do not remember now. I think it helps put things in perspective with respect to daily devotion. I also think it’s worth sharing to as many people as possible. Enjoy!

January: A busy time for me. Most of the family decided to read me through this year. They kept me busy for the first two weeks. They have forgotten me now.

February: My owner used me for a few minutes last week. He had been in an argument and was looking up some references.

March: Grandpa visited us. He kept me on his lap for an hour reading 1 Corinthians 13

April: I had one busy day. My owner was appointed leader of something and used me. I got to church services for the first time this year. Easter Sunday.

May: I have a few green stains on my pages. Had some early spring flowers pressed in me.

June: I look like a scrap book. They have stuffed me full of clippings from the newspaper. One of the girls got married.

July: They put me in a suitcase today. I guess we are off on a vacation. I wish I could stay at home, as I will have to stay in this thing for a month.

August: Still in the suitcase

September: Back home. In my old place. Have a lot of company. Two “true stories” and four “funny books” on top of me. I wish I could be read as much as they are.

October: They used me a little today. One of them is very sick. Right now I am shined and in the center of the table. I think the preacher is coming.

November: Back in my old place.

December: They are getting ready for Christmas, so I’ll be covered under wrapping paper and packages.

What would the diary of your Bible say?

The Old Sofa

My name is Jack’s. Jack’s Sofa. I belong to Jack.

I’ve been with him for eight years now. When Jack was in his finals in graduate school, he got me. He had said he needed to own something to start out with his life. I was lying just by the corner in the furniture store when he came in. I snickered at his youthful poise and told my friends at the store – Old cushion and Rocking chair – that surely he had come for old cushion ’cause he could never afford me.

You see, I wasn’t proud back then. I just knew who I was. A bright, soft, comfortable sofa. I was the kind of sofa you brought your homies home to settle on. I was homely, dependable and soft. Oh so soft! I was all-purpose too. You could take my cushions off and roll my insides out for an overnight rest. I was simply all a young man needed. Certainly not this young man, I was out of his league.

I was wrong. Jack had all it took to get me! The sweet softness and charisma to convince Gloria to let me go at a reasonable price, the light in his eyes when he described how much he wanted me, the enthusiasm when he counted all he had and paid for me. He said “This sofa is all I want and more” and with that, I bid farewell to Old cushion and Rocking chair, I was off to be delivered at Jack’s.

I got my name in the first two weeks after I was delivered. Jack was trying to move out and start out with his life, so he put me at the corner of the house in the mean time. Everyone that passed couldn’t help asking: Whose pretty sofa is this? You know the response. “It’s Jack’s. Jack’s Sofa”.

Jack and I and all his few belongings moved into a studio flat soon after. He was everything I wanted too. He’d handle me with care and keep me away when his boozing friends came around. He never wanted anything to happen to me. I stayed bright, soft and dependable.

Then, things changed. Jack changed.

Jack was moving ahead with his life, so he decided to redecorate his flat. He got a complete set of chairs for the living room with a proud sofa at the center. Then, he tossed me behind the house as a storage space. When anything needed fixing in the house; he’d say “I’ll just put it on the old sofa till I can get it sorted”.

I wish Jack wouldn’t use me this way, but he would, he doesn’t care much anymore. So today I decided I needed fixing too. I let out my springs and shot them deep into some item he’d dropped on me for fixing.

Now, he’d have to fix me too.

 Or throw me out.