When we arrived at church one Sunday, I reached for my Bible and it wasn’t in its usual place in the car.
“That’s strange,” I thought, feeling sure I remembered carrying this new Bible (a gift from my wife, Pauline) out of the house to the garage. Later, a search of our house seemed to prove my sometimes faulty memory to be on target, but we were still mystified by the disappearance of my new Bible.
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