I was driving to Trader Joe's during the noon service last week when I found the last parking place near the store. A big white vehicle pull in ahead of me. A parking attendant was nearby. I listened as he asked the woman where she was going. She said she was going to church. When the attendant pointed out that she couldn't park there, she changed her story. "I am going to Trader Joe's."
The Bible is the voice of God, in a text compiled by human hands. Think of the Bible as "an anthology of literature made over the course of many centuries by different people," says Michael Coogan, professor of religious studies at Stonehill College.
As I was visiting the Cour D'Alene area of Idaho this past summer, I made the acquaintance of a little town there named Wallace. At the general store/city museum, I discovered the story of a prostitute with a heart of gold named Molly B Dam, or Maggie Hall.
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