The Bible Was a Closed Book

The Bible of my childhood was a handsome, illustrated volume, made even more important by a velvet case with embroidered roses and a silver clasp. It was difficult to open; and, except on rare occasions, it remained closed, symbolically, for many, many years.

It lay on a round table in the center of the parlor, so reverenced that once my mother declared: "To think that you would say, or even think, such things in the same room with the Bible! Either you or the Bible will have to leave the room." Nothing shamed us more.

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Paul and Woman
November 18, 1972
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