Once upon a time, there was a group of people called The Ocean Dwellers. You would not find these people on a warm, tropical island, or near the sunny beaches of a peninsula. These people were not natives of a warm climate nor were they residents of The Land Where the Sun Always Shines.
No, these people lived their very lives on the ocean. Not on house boats or expansive yachts or even clinging to a hodge-podge of floating driftwood. When storms came, they were tossed and thrown about. When the sun beat relentlessly on their aching shoulders, they had no shelter. And when they grew tired, they could not sleep because there was no place to rest their weary heads. They could not even depend on one another, because every single member of The Ocean Dwellers was as tired and exhausted as the next.

As generations of The Ocean Dwellers came and went, bits and pieces of letters would pass on the surface of the ocean. These letters contained conversations between people who were discussing The Light. The Light was One who could save any and all of His chosen people. The people talking about The Light would always refer to encouragement they had received from reading The Book that The Light had written.
Over the years, The Ocean Dwellers would speak amongst each other. “We want to know The Light. How can we get The Book so that we can know more about The Light? He will save us from our tired life of being tossed and turned about on this water.”

One day, a boat came! This boat drew close to The Ocean Dwellers. The crew aboard called out to the wet and weary people. “Hello! We see you in your distress! We want you to know that there is One who can save you!” “Yes! We know,” replied The Ocean Dwellers in one long shout. “The Light! He can save us and give us a stable and strong place to cling. How can we know more about Him?”
The boat crew began shouting down to The Ocean Dwellers all the beautiful, wonderful truths of The Light. They explained that The Light was not just a story, but an amazing, loving Father of people of all colors and languages. By and by, the boat crew invited the people to come aboard and become Dwellers of Solid Land. The boat crew would share with them more about The Light and set them down on a land of their own. Best of all, the boat crew had many different copies of The Book that The Ocean Dwellers could read when they came aboard.
Elation could not describe the overwhelming feeling The Ocean Dwellers had when they heard those words. They wanted to know more about The Light and they wanted to read The Book that He had written. They wanted to find rest for their weary souls and experience the shelter that could not be found on the choppy waters of the ocean.
Eagerly, they discussed together. Not everyone wanted to go. Change, it seems, was too scary for them. Others preferred to be their own masters. They did not want to give their lives over to The Light. But for the small number who did want to serve The Light, they nervously climbed up onto the ladder offered them and stepped excitedly onto the boat of the deck. The boat crew hugged and kissed The Ocean Dwellers who were brave enough to start this journey and welcomed them into their arms.
The Ocean Dwellers were bursting to touch and read The Book for their very own. They wanted to see the words The Light had given them. They wanted to see what He had done and what He promised to continue to do. And so they trembled as the boat’s captain handed to the eldest Ocean Dweller his most favorite copy of The Book. He took the book into his hands and opened it. The rest of The Ocean Dwellers waited with trembling. As they looked expectantly, he squinted down at the words and then stopped.
“I cannot read this. What are all these squiggles and shapes?”
One member of the boat crew came up behind the old man and jutted his finger at the words. “You must be very tired from floating around on the ocean for so long. Look here a minute and then the words will come together and you will be able to read them.”
The old man closed his eyes, opened them, closed them again, rubbed them and then stared down hard at The Book. He looked to where the boat crew member still rested his finger. He started trembling when he realized that the words of The Book looked nothing like the words of any of the books he had read.
“I cannot read this. This is not in my tongue.”
The faces of The Ocean Dwellers fell. What were they to do? If they could not read The Book then how could they find the rest that came from The Light? How could they see in which way they were to live? How could they know The Light? Excitedly, the boat crew searched all over the boat and came up with dozens of copies of The Book in many languages. The elder would begin to read each one but grew more and more discouraged with each realization that yet again, this language was not his people’s.

“Are these all the languages that are available for The Book?” he asked. And the sad fact of the matter was, that yes, these were all.
As the boat drew close to the new land upon which The Ocean Dwellers would soon live, all aboard were very somber. The Ocean Dwellers stepped upon dry land for the first time but still felt the bitter disappointment of not being able to read The Book for their very own.
“Here, now,” said the old man to the boat crew, “why don’t you come live with us here on our new land. Since we cannot read The Book you can read it to us!”
“Oh, no! We cannot, “replied one of the boat crew, “for our job from The Light is to search for other Ocean Dwellers such as yourself to bring the message of The Book. We must leave you. But we will be back.”

As the boat crew sailed off, The Ocean Dwellers began to make home the land which was now theirs. They were no longer Ocean Dwellers but now Dwellers of Solid Land. They repeated to one another the stories and truths they had learned of The Light. But their hunger was strong and overpowering. They wanted to know more about The Light that they now served.
Months and months went by. One day, they noticed in the distance a boat. They had not seen a boat since that day when they had been brought to Solid Land. The watched as the boat grew larger and larger. It finally docked. The eldest Dweller of Solid Land extended his hand towards the person descending the ladder. It was the captain from the boat who had delivered them to their new home.
“I have come with a gift for you. You see, as we sailed away from you after we had deposited you on your new land, our hearts were so heavy. We could not eat nor sleep. Fresh water tasted disgusting to us. We knew that we left with you with no way to learn more of The Light and we had no knowledge of how to help you.
“But that is no longer the case. We have brought you this gift.”
And down from the ladder descended a group of about a dozen people. They came up to the elder Dweller of Solid Land. “We were Ocean Dwellers once, too, such as you were. We speak your language. We will help you translate The Book into your language. You will be able to hold The Book in your own hands and read it in your own language. You can read it when you get up, or in the middle of the day, or before you go to bed. You will be able to continuously learn and grow in your knowledge of The Light.”
The Dwellers of Solid Land wept as they realized the enormousness of the words. This gift was so precious. They would be able to read The Book in their language and take it into their own hands.
The elder spoke: “Friends, this day is one of celebration. The Light will become even more dear to us as we read of His love and goodness. But I have a confession to make. The happy, hopeful attitude I have had since inhabiting this new land was all a facade. You see, as soon as I realized that I could not read any of the copies of The Book on the boat that day, I started believing the lie that The Light does not care about me. If He did, I would be able to read His words. How could The Light love me, love our people, really and truly, if His words were unreadable. But He does, friends, He does. What a gift!”
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Did you know that “nearly one-third of the world’s language groups representing 340 million people are still waiting for God’s Word in a language that they can understand clearly”?
Does this not blow away your mind?
Do you realize, friends, the significance of this?
We go about our daily duties at home and in our paths go across bibles in all different places. On book shelves, besides beds, on top of tables, beside our favorite, most comfy chairs. They are everywhere. Beyond that, we can go into any christian book store and begin to read a Bible straight from the shelves.
We can read God’s word in our own language.
But millions of people cannot. It isn’t that they cannot afford a Bible or because they would be persecuted if they owned one (though many people do face this). It isn’t because they do not realize how important the Bible is to a Christian.
It’s because their does not exist one in a language they can read.
I want you to watch the below video. Pay attention to what these people are saying. Notice what the man says beginning at 0:52 through 1:00. (If you cannot see the video, you may need to refresh your page)
Friends, this is not the time to sit around saying “Oh, how I wish I could DO something” and then walk away to go make dinner.
These people, these fellow believers with no Bible in their own language, are YOUR brothers and sisters. They are not nameless, faceless nobodies because to the One who is Father to you both they ARE people with names and faces. These people are YOUR family, made in God’s image just as you are.
OneVerse vision is to make a way for those of us who do not know how to tangibly help to help. For $26 monthly, you can sponsor the translation of one verse into the language of someone who does not have a Bible in their own tongue. Folks, this is attainable. Have a garage sale, sell some books, write an eBook, give up coffee at Starbucks, whatever.
Your family of families needs you.
Hop over to OneVerse to learn more.
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This story I made for my children to illustrate the fact that there are many people today who do not have “The Book.” I crafted it when I learned of OneVerse and their mission to bring the Scriptures to people all around the world. I hope it impresses upon the hearts of those who read it how serious it is that we have many brothers and sisters who cannot just pick up a Bible. I am also entering it as my “creative blog post” to win a ticket to Relevant ’11.
Photo credits: BeverlyLR, johnnyberg, Sarej, salsoul
















