Walking by where our unsorted donations are shelved here at my library, a group of battered old books caught my eye. They were mismatched, probably 40 to 60 years old, and without jackets or frills. Curious I went over to take a look. They were all bibles, seven bibles of various indifferent vintages and conditions.
Well, if one is going to forsake God, this is the place to do it.