Yet, I do not worship this book; no, I worship Him alone who wrote it. But I’ve loved its pages, bent and soiled from its many readings. Its words are dear companions to me now. I sleep with them. I eat with them. I go about my day with them.
It is a book of living words breathed on by the Holy Spirit . . . have you ever read a book like this before?
Artwork: The Reader by Pierre Auguste Cot