![]() ![]() I didn’t have the endurance to sit through, “And so-and-so begat so-and-so, who begat so-and-so, who begat …” A million tiny origin stories that never got fleshed out enough to hold my interest. Why should I approach this one any differently? I dutifully read about twenty pages of Genesis and gave up. Maybe you’re not supposed to read the Bible chronologically, but I was a novel reader I read all books back to front. I kept a little notebook with me so I could write down my thoughts and questions, but I didn’t have any thoughts or questions. I’d wait until my two triplet sisters left our bedroom and pull out my Bible like reading it was somehow shameful. But I’d never actually read it outside Sunday school classrooms. Carrying the book to church on Christmas and Easter had always made me feel like a grownup I’d press its white-leather cover against my chest the way TV teenagers held their schoolbooks and run my fingertips against its soft, gold-edged pages during the sermon. When I was about eight or nine, I swore to God that I would read my entire Precious Moments Bible. ![]()
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