Twenty years later, I can still picture my husband Michael as a boy, jumping up in a roomful of cross-legged students and shouting, “Got it!” Moments before his triumphant cry, the teacher had yelled, “Swords in the air!” to which we all heaved our Bibles toward the ceiling, elbows slightly bent under the weight of the Good Book. The room transformed into a wave of uplifted skinny arms and Scripture. When all “swords” were thus unsheathed, the teacher shouted a book, chapter, and verse reference, and we would drop our Bibles into our laps in a race to be the first child to find it…
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