‘I grew up kissing bread and books’ Salman Rushide
A homily for Bible Sunday
I’m holding in my hand something little,
and that’s falling falling apart.
It’s small, fragile, and the pages don’t all hold together
but it’s the reason I’m standing here, today.
I was given this Gideon’s New Testament when I went to secondary school. For a long time, it just stayed by the side of my bed. Sometimes, if I felt scared of the dark, or worried, I’d instinctively hold it.
one evening, when I found myself opening it, out of curiosity. I was reading the story in Matthew’s gospel of Jesus walking beside the sea of Galilee. All the passage says is that Jesus walks up to two fisherman, Simon Peter and Andrew, and just says, ‘Come and follow me’.
I can’t explain why, but I was overwhelmed by the deep sense that I…
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