the day I gave my Bible away

**I originally published this post years ago and had to dig deep in the archives to find it. A Facebook thread this morning jogged my memory.  I still vividly remember Larry. I haven’t seen him since and I’ve often wondered if he still has the Bible that I marked up.

I hope so.


He sat across from me. A small sandwich and a dab of macaroni and cheese on his plate. He barely ate. He answered my questions with mono-syllables, breathing cigarette smoke and stale beer into my face. And, then the tears came. His tears… mine came later.

“I need help. I just need help,” he quietly cried looking deeply into my eyes.

“You need Jesus, Larry,” I answered with a smile. “Can I pray with you?”

We went to a quiet room… away from his friend whose plate was heaped twelve inches high.

“What’s the matter… you never been saaaved before?” his friend sneered as we walked away.

My eyes darted, frantically looking for my man. I was in over my head and I knew it. I also knew that I needed back-up. My eyes couldn’t find Chad but stopped on my dear friend and pastor.

“I need you,” I said to Doug, in front of his wife… later apologizing for the way that came out… 😉

Larry followed Doug and I into a quiet room. I sat and prayed as I listened to my friend lead this new friend through the plan of salvation.

That’s when it happened.

I blinked. I turned my head. I blinked again. Larry looked different. I can’t explain it… he simply looked younger… softer… something. There was no odor of stale beer and staler cigarettes. There was simply Larry.  I saw him differently and for a few minutes, I think I was given a glimpse of how Jesus sees each of us… young, needy, softer.

As Doug directed the conversation, we realized that just a few weeks earlier, Larry had accepted Christ as his Savior. We prayed with him. He cried.

Give him your Bible.

umm… excuse me, are you talking to me, Lord?


my Bible? This Bible? This is the Bible I got after we lost Matthew. 

I know

It has all my notes from the past decade in it, God.

I know

but… it has MY name on it… engraved… in gold…

I know

I wish I could say I immediately handed my Bible to Larry. I can’t. I didn’t. Larry left with another friend for a ride to our local homeless shelter.

God, Larry left. 

I know.

I guess I can’t give him my Bible.

Yes, you can.


Sure enough, Larry returned. The shelter was full. As others gathered to help find Larry and his friend a place for the night, I argued with God.

but… God… it’s MY Bible…

I know


give it to Larry


What I’ve typed as a few sentences took more like 30 minutes. Finally, I couldn’t take the intensity in my heart anymore. I walked outside and handed my Bible to Larry as he was leaving.

“Here, Larry,” I said, “Please… take my Bible. Please start with the book of John. Please know that I am praying every single day this week for you. Go to AA each day, Larry. Come back next Sunday at 10:30 and tell me all about it.”

“Thank you, Heidi,” he said, hugging.. no… gripping the edge of my sleeves in his hands and clinging to the glimpse of hope he saw.

“You’re a good woman, Heidi Kreider!” my friend, John, said as he opened the door for me to go back inside.

“No, John, I’m not,” I managed to squeak out before the flood gates opened.

I cried. I sobbed.

A homeless man and his homeless friend showed up outside the building in which we have church on the one night of the month that we have a carry-in dinner and I was a wreck. That one homeless man and his friend were noticed not by me… not by my man… not by my pastor but by an 11 year old girl who happens to be related to my pastor….

“Dad, dad! There are 2 people outside who need to come in and eat! I think they are homeless.”

Sure enough, out of the mouths of babes. They needed to come in. They did need to eat. They also needed Jesus.

So did I.

I came home and cried some more. Me…the one who found herself on Friday without a working vehicle or a working computer. The one who has complained much about how hard it has been. That same woman came home and sobbed and confessed to my man and to my God. Who am I to complain about what I don’t have when I have so much?

This morning, I found my old Bible… the one with my notes from high school and college. I took it off the shelf where it has sat for 10 years and you know what?

It feels so good in my hands.


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34 thoughts on “the day I gave my Bible away

  1. that’s what it is all about.

  2. That whole seeing how Jesus see us…I’m slowly beginning to have that vision too. Its hard, isn’t it! We want what we want even when we know its not what he wants for us!

    1. lately it’s been so hard… but oh so good!

  3. Fabulous! Thank you for sharing!

    1. praise God! He is good. All.the.time! Thanks for stopping by, Kim!

  4. Beautiful my dear friend, just beautiful. Love you.

    1. Love you too! Just smiled… in my world a homeless man is blogworthy… maybe I should come to your world, eh? 😉

  5. Lovely, beautiful, real. Thank you.

    1. thanks Mary. And, again… thank you for writing Everything!

  6. Wow Heidi, Thank you for sharing that. It has a way of getting our priorities back in check. The obedience thing, that’s where God has to really work in my life. Why do we second guess when he tells us to do something? I’m so guilty of that! He desires obedience more than sacrifice. In your case he desired both:) You obeyed AND gave up your bible.

  7. Beautiful story. God will give you back the joy of His presence in your Bible. Your obedience is praise to Him and a song in my heart. May He give you the desires of your heart and make His plans for you succeed.

    1. thanks Gigi! So blessed to serve such an amazing God!

  8. Absolutely beautiful, my friend. I love your heart!

    1. thank you, Friend. Praise God for His work in this wretched heart!

  9. Wow, Heidi. How real. Honest. Thank you.

    1. Oh, Alycia… it was so real! He is so good!

  10. Beautiful! I’m in tears!

    1. He is so good, isn’t he, my friend?

  11. Heidi – this is a beautiful story. Thank you so much for sharing. I love it when God speaks like that – truly speaks to us. He has the coolest things in mind. Things we can never come up with on our own, that aren’t always easy, like giving away your special Bible. But He gave you back your old one – who knows which scriptures He might make stand out in a different book? Blessed to be on the Everything launch with you.

    1. Laura… thank you! Your words bless me!

  12. It is soooooooo hard. I know what happened with you. I do it all the time. Thank you for sharing honestly. I need to do the same thing. I keep worrying about protecting my things. What a shame. Thank you very much for your honest story about a beautiful moment.

    1. thank you Katherine! His patience with me is overwhelming! 😉

  13. Loved this Heidi. Thanks for sharing.

    1. you are welcome, my friend. I’m so glad He shared that moment with me.

  14. Thank you, Heidi! You and Jesus opened my heart……and floodgates!

    1. Thank you Csilla! ❤ and thanks for stopping by!

  15. I loved reading this! So glad you reposted it. You know His Word doesn’t return void, so your reluctant obedience makes for quite an investment.:)

  16. Wow God is going to honor your bold choice! You just may have lead him to Christ and saved him.

    1. I hope so Mihaela! Thanks for stopping by ❤

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