|David Seymour. “Blind Boy Reading With His Lips”. |
1948. Corcoran Gallery of Art, Washington, D.C.
"In an ill-conceived effort to re-sensitize her fingers, she cut them at the ends which only made them less sensitive. And the writer says she felt that she must now give up her beloved book of Mark and weeping she pressed it to her lips saying, “Farewell, farewell, sweet Word of my Savior.”
"To her surprise, her lips more delegate than her fingers discerned the form of the letters. All night she perused with her lips the book of Mark and overflowed with joy at this new acquisition.
"I don’t know how precious the book of Mark is to you, but I hope it’s precious, it is to me. And the more I go through this book, the more hours I spend in this book, the more precious it has become to me."
Taken from the sermon, Spiritual Blindness, Part 2 by John MacArthur
I have not departed from the commandment of His lips; I have treasured the words of His mouth more than my necessary food. Job 23:12