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Shelly On The FarmOne hot day a couple of people from a Bible study class in Connerton came to the door with their pamphlets. Aunt Linda tossed the tracts on the kitchen table and later I looked through them while I drank a glass of milk. Seeing verses quoted from the Bible reminded me that the Good Book was chock full of wise things on almost every subject. With all my self-centered worries I'd forgotten that there might be answers for me there. That night I borrowed Aunt Linda's big black leather bound Bible and took it to my room. Sunday school had always been so uninteresting to me with its goody-goody lessons and sweetness and flowers, but as I leafed through the various books of the Bible it was like seeing the words for the first time. I read some of Genesis and Exodus and then flipped further, looking for something to do with my particular tangle. For some reason I stopped at Song of Solomon. When I'd been just a kid our Bible study teacher had always carefully avoided that book of the holy scriptures-and I had never bothered to find out why ...» |
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