His Mother's Translation Best
In a Bible class recently the teacher was telling of the various translations of the Bible and their different excellences. He spoke of Jerome's Vulgate, of Luther's German Bible, of our own King James' Version, and of the Revised Version, and how it was made. The class was much interested, and one of the young men, that evening, was telling a friend about it. “I think I prefer the King James' Version for my part,” he said; “though of course, the revised is more scholarly.” His friend smiled. “I prefer my mother's translation of the Bible to any other version,” he said. “Your mother's?” cried the first young man, thinking his companion had suddenly gone crazy. “What do you mean, Fred?” “I mean that my mother has translated the Bible into the language of daily life for me ever since I was old enough to understand it,” said Fred. “She translates it straight, too, and gives it a full meaning. There has never been any obscurity about her version. Her every-day life is a translation of God's Word that a child can read, and that Saint Jerome could not better. Whatever printed version of the Bible I may study, my mother's is always the one that clears up my difficulties.” What a tribute to a godly mother!—Selected.