This month is the 50th anniversary of the opening of the New York World’s Fair!  I have such fond memories of my times there.  I was in high school, a teenager who just the year before had responded to the invitation to ask Jesus Christ into my life. A brand-new believer who knew next to nothing of the Bible or Christianity at all.   It was a Sunday evening, the date I cannot tell you, and I was channel surfing on my old radio in my tiny upstairs bedroom.  School was the next day and I wasn’t really looking forward to it as I was very self-conscious and fearful and shy in those days. Though I knew so little, yet when I heard of Jesus’ love for me and that He wanted to be in my life, I just grabbed it, I just lunged toward Him in simple faith.  And that started the great journey of my life.   A highlight of my life then was the World’s Fair in New York City.  I lived maybe 2 hours from Flushing Meadows where the Fair was held,  and my father and I went 12 times to see it during its 2 year run!  12 times…and with my Dad who was a real neat guy.  Very friendly, calm, would never go on his own and my mother had no interest at all  in doing much outside the house she loved and felt secure in,  but with me he loved to go to the Fair as well.  12 times we went–still shocks me.  All those times together.   Did I say where?  Yes, the New York City World’s Fair!  All those sights and sounds and smells of excitement everywhere.  I loved it!  GE, General Motors, Walt Disney with that ‘It’s a Small World’ tune I still can’t get out of my head!  Going past Michelangelo’s Pieta in the Vatican Pavilion…so beautiful and breath-taking with the whitest marble you could ever imagine, but don’t linger in watching for we were on conveyor belts, whisking us by to make room for lots and lots of people.  First time I ever ate Belgian Waffles–so good and messy!  All those memories are still vivid in my mind to this day.  But the one that has had lasting impact on my life is a visit to the Billy Graham Pavilion.  Yes, there was one.  And it was there that  I signed up for my first Bible study course and received a modern-day translation of the Bible, paperback version, which I still have to this day.  I thank God for Billy Graham…he was the one I heard on the radio that Sunday evening when I asked Jesus into my life.  And now it’s Billy Graham that is getting me going into God’s Word.  I thank God for Billy Graham.  But more so, as Job said many years ago now, ‘…I have treasured the words of His mouth more than my daily bread.’ (Job 23:12).  It’s God’s Word I took away with me from that World’s Fair.  It’s the Bible that is the treasure God has given me to learn of Him and to love Him.  It’s God’s Word that He offers us as more than daily bread to nourish us, to challenge us, to discipline and correct us, love letters all from His Mouth to our ears. What could be better?   Such fond memories of those New York World’s Fair visits accompanied by my Dad…and receiving a gift that keeps on giving as I spend time in God’s Holy Word.  The same gift from that same Lord Jesus Christ gives  to you as well. Better than Belgian Waffles, better that a marble  masterpiece.  Open it today, the Bible, God’s gift that keeps on giving…