SIMPLE ENOUGH TO HELP A CHILD

MY PARENTS weren't churchgoers. Religion didn't have a meaningful place in our lives, although my sister and I attended various Sunday Schools from time to time.

My mom had a Bible that had been given to her when she was a child. The cardboard box that housed it was stained and tattered, but the Bible itself was in pristine condition—still stiff when you turned its pages. We kept it in the bottom of a cabinet where all the clutter was stashed. I found it a curiosity, and occasionally I'd pull it out to look at the maps in the back. I remember once my mom reading something from it to my sister and me, but she wasn't able to answer our questions.

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