Kay did most of the back-to-school shopping before we left for vacation, but today we reviewed the list. Trevor still needed dividers and a thesaurus, and Erin needed a Bible. New International Version, to be precise. So off I went to our local Christian bookstore.
It’s funny, I used to love such stores. Now I find them an odd mix of the good and the creepy, and grit my teeth before entering. But I was still caught off-guard by another shopper in the Bible section.
“They shouldn’t sell any Bibles other than the King James Version. The NIV, now, that’s the devil’s Bible!”
I did not respond. A number of responses went through my head, but nothing this fellow would hear. He went on for a while, then said, “I’ve been saved 18 years, and I’m a deacon in my church.” So I said, “You have to choose what is most helpful for you, what will help you grow,” and left with Erin’s NIV, thoroughly creeped out.