She. Kathryn Tucker Windham

the patterns of light on the stained-glass windows, miss the surge of memories that wash over me whenever I enter the sanctuary.

      I’m not sure She comprehends what she has deprived me of.

      Since I was no longer attending church, I decided to follow our minister’s suggestion and read the Bible from cover to cover, Genesis to Revelation. No passages of literature are more beautiful than the King James Version of the scriptures, but I chose a modern translation, The Book, because it is easier to read.

      I started with the New Testament, and it was a joy to read those familiar passages, though, as usual, Revelation left me puzzled. The Old Testament wasn’t so easy. I found many stories that I had known since childhood, but some stories were new to me. I had never heard them in my Methodist Sunday School classes. The long begats and most of the prophets gave me trouble, almost caused me to abandon the project.

      I was relieved when I got to Daniel. The story of Daniel and the lion’s den was like reuniting with an old friend. Unfortunately, nothing else in the book is as exciting as that story.