I stole a bible from my inlaws. Is that wrong? The whole family is wicked smart, and they have enough books to keep me reading for a lifetime. Bookshelves and boxes of books. God must love me to put me in a family like this. And I figure if I just steal one or two every time I visit, they will never notice. The reason I stole the bible was that I needed a small one to take to south east asia with me, and I just happened to catch this one out of the corner of my eye when I was packing at their house. Providence? It has an orange cover, which I like, it originally cost about $1, and is actually only contains the New Testament which is kind of a relief. If I'm confessing, I might as well tell the whole truth. I did mention that I stole it, with a nervous laugh, to my mother-in-law as we left for the airport. She took it pretty well.

After 4 months with said bible, I have to say that it has been a jewel. It didn't walk away from me like the last one, and it has stood up to ridiculous amounts of highlighting, circling, rectangling (because it is nice to change it up sometimes), notes and underlining. I have been like Kay Arthur, Jr. with this thing. It is weird even to me. I fear if someone ever looks inside if it will vaguely remind them of the places where they find the evidence for serial killers - all of their mad scribblings and newspaper clippings. And then it becomes obvious to us all. . .cuckoo.

But I don't really care, because reading my bible has been so illuminating, personal, and fun. Three things I like.