THE BIBLE IN MY LIFE May 9, 2005 Issue

MY FOUNTAIN OF SPIRITUAL RESOURCES

MARI MILONE

WHEN I WAS a little girl, I was always curious about the Bible, although for a long time it was nothing more to me than a mysterious book with a dark leather cover that remained on a shelf, untouched. I had been taught that the divine words on its pages were a complete mystery, except to a privileged few. When I was alone at home, I would tiptoe over to it, pick it up, and leaf through it reverently. But seconds later I would have to set it down, overwhelmed at the number of difficult words and expressions it contained.

My mother was also very curious about this sacred book, and when I was a teenager, she began to investigate different faiths. She started studying the Bible for the first time, and bit by bit introduced me to its pages. And they didn't seem as obscure. At the time, I had begun a very special relationship with God, whom I loved and feared simultaneously. My prayers resembled chats with a friend who was kind but mercilessly punished any transgression of His laws.

When I discovered the Psalms, I was astonished by the tenderness of the 23rd Psalm, and I sought shelter more than once in the 91st Psalm when difficulties in my school studies seemed unsolvable. I found the stories about the life of Jesus very moving, and on many occasions I thought it was a shame that all those "miracles," as I had learned to call them, could not be repeated in the present.

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