In der Rundmail von Michael Card, „The Card Community Newsletter – March 2017“ fand ich einen bemerkenswerten Bericht über die Begegnung mit der der „Heiligen Schrift“.
Auch wer ein paar Details anders sieht, muss doch anerkennen, wie hier eine erweckliche Erfahrung beeindruckend beschrieben wird: Gott redet durch sein Wort! Sola Scriptura!
Up until that time, it was motionless, lying on the desk beside my bed where occasionally I would scan a paragraph or two before falling asleep. Every Sunday I would carry it, unmoving and inert, under my arm to church. In Sunday school, there was “sword drill.” The leader would command, “Swords up!” as we prepared to race each other to find an obscure verse. My sword, so still and static, was never quite quick enough to win. Though, in obedience, I frequently opened its soft black leather cover, the Bible remained a close book for me. The words on the page remained words on the page. But all that was about to change.
I had heard my mother and her friends talk about “Mrs. Whittemore.” She was elderly and diminutive and blind. She taught the Bible in homes; in hers and several others. I cannot imagine what might have possessed my mother to invite me along, a restless 14-year-old in a room full of older women studying the Bible. What’s more, I have no idea what possessed me to go. But go I did and in that southern bungalow style house in Hillsboro Village, sitting on the floor in a room filled with housewives, listening to a four 1/2-foot handicapped woman… the Bible first trembled in my hands.