Article November 22, 1975 Issue

The Guidebook

Elinor N. Carter

Supper was nearly ready, and appetizing smells were rising up the stairs to Philip's study-bedroom, where he was hard at work preparing for his school-leaving examinations. His door opened, and the hungry teen-ager hurtled down and stood at my shoulder, sniffing appreciatively as I stirred at the stove. We shared a school, he a student, I a teacher, and we knew each other well.

At moments like these we often got below the surface of things. That night, out of the blue, he said, "You know, I can't see why people keep thrusting the Bible at us. It doesn't mean a thing to me."

And all I said then was, "Maybe not, but it certainly means a great deal to very many. It has done much to help me, for one, over the years, as I've studied it and worked with what it teaches."

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