Me: Mom, what color is the bible?
Mom: Pink.
Me: Pink?!
Mom: No, darker than that. Red.
It’s got to be a powerhouse color because it holds all that blah, blah, blah. It is not pink. It is red. And that’s it.
Me: Mom, have you ever seen a black bible?
Mom: No. There is no such thing. Black bibles are just red ones that are dirty. Some people use their bibles so much they just get them dirty. They don’t stop and wash their hands before they read like they should.
Me: So, mom, what color are bibles?
Mom: Bibles are all really red. I told you that … and that’s it.


I like her way of thinking and the fact that she sticks by her guns.
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Well, AMEN to red bibles. Who would know better than the preacher’s wife, herself?! Love that post ( :
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Whether or not hers was red, I’m pretty sure it was read enough all over when she was younger. She has certainly lived like that was the case, and left a lot of folks with fond memories, just like the rest of the family!
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