One of my most cherished possession is my Bible. I can still remember the day I got it. I was in high school, probably fifteen years old at the time, and my mom took me to a little bookstore in a town about an hour from our house. I remember the way the store looked–all the shelves crammed with books and the low ceilings. I remember picking out my Bible–it was leather bound and thick. Then to my delight, mom offered to get my named imprinted on the front cover. Little did I know then, but...
