KJV blessings

By way of the King James Version, my grandparents and parents came to Christ. It was using the KJV that my grandmother taught my grandfather to read. He was ever a man of a single book, never managing to read the daily newspaper, but he memorized the KJV New Testament.

I cut my spiritual teeth on the KJV. From it I memorized scriptures and won a Bible at church. From it I came to know God and enter his kingdom.

Though I long ago left off using the KJV, its cadences still influence my speech. When I do an English Bible search, its phraseology still bubbles to the surface.

In 1980, while preaching in Shiloh, Tenn., I gave my childhood KJV Bible to an effort that was sending Bibles to Africa. I hope some faithful African brother is making good use of it, for I have since regretted letting it go. I’m a sentimentalist, and a bit of guilt at hanging on to it, with so many Bibles in my possession, caused me to give it up. That twinge of guilt was a good thing, since I’d probably be carting it around until today if I hadn’t.

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