I read about a very religious father whose son was studying for the ministry. The boy had decided to go to Europe for an advanced degree, and the father worried that his simple faith would be spoiled by sophisticated, unbelieving professors. “Don’t let the take Jonah away from you,” he admonished, figuring the swallowed-by-a-great-fish story might be the first part of the Bible to go. Two years later when the son returned, the father asked, “Do you still have Jonah in your Bible?”
The son laughed. “Jonah! That story isn’t even in your Bible.”
The father replied, “It certainly is! What do you mean?”
Again the son laughed and insisted, “It’s not in your Bible. God ahead, show it to me.”
The old man fumbled through his Bible, looking for the Book of Jonah, but he couldn’t find it. At last he checked the table of contents for the prophet page. When he turned there, he discovered the three pages composing Jonah had ben carefully cut from his Bible.
“I did it before I went away,” said the son. “What’s the difference between my losing the Book of Jonah through studying under non-believers or your losing it through neglect?
Someone has observed that the worst dust storm in history would happen if all church members who were neglecting their Bibles dusted them off simultaneously.