I Stole My Husband’s Bible

I confess. I stole my husband’s bible. More than once.

Sure, I have a battered New American Bible from college. And a New Jerusalem Bible, also from college. We have a large, elaborately illustrated family bible. But when I wanted to grab a bible for study or reading, I stole my husband’s Revised Standard Version-Catholic Edition in its lovely leather case.

Enter the Ignatius Note-Taking & Journaling Bible Revised Standard Version Second Catholic Edition, and I’m a reformed thief. And, as a matter of cosmic justice, my Bible is often now stolen from me!

The black leather-like cover of this Bible is sleek, attractive, and durable and includes a black elastic strap to keep it from flapping open when not in use. The square, rather than common rectangular shape balances nicely in my hands when I’m juggling a computer mouse, pen, and tablet and fits comfortably in my lap.

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Turning Daily to the Word of God

by Guest Blogger Allison Gingras

Scripture. God’s Word. The Bible.

What do those words mean to you?

Do you consider the Word of God as useful in your own daily life? Does it seems strange that an ordinary book on your shelf could be so important to every day decision-making, behavior-choosing, life-happenings?

If I were asked this in 2005, I would have answered with a resounding, “no way, it is just an old book with old guys’ opinions in it.”  That was of course before I actually read it; Continue reading

How Can You Receive If You Do Not Ask?

I don’t take time to read the Bible as often as I should. Thank God for a four-year-old who provides me with vivid lessons to accompany the verses and stories committed to memory simply from decades of Mass attendance.

My four-year-old daughter has been extremely articulate from a very young age, but that didn’t stop her from devolving into an inarticulate, whiny hot mess recently.

She simply wanted a peacock feather on lying out of her reach on the dining room table. (Don’t ask. I’m not certain where it came from or why it was there. Last I checked, we had no peacock.)

Peacock FeathersShe groped, groaned, and moaned in frustration as she reached for the feather. It was easily within my reach. She simply needed to ask. Continue reading