The Best Part of the Book

When I was a kid, we used to get a catalog from Sears and another from JCPenney each Christmas season with a section at the back called the Toy section. Us kids would pore over them and make wish lists for Christmas. So much fun! Nowadays there is a catalog from about 15 .com companies that comes in the mail. The kids pore over them, but their favorites by far are the Legos magazine and the Hasbro.com catalog, because, as you may not know, they sell TRANSFORMERS. Transformers truly are more than meets the eye because they saved my house from the dismantle the walls, wiring and plumbing stage that D&D were on by abruptly and possibly eternally diverting them to the Transformers stage. Be that as it may, we try so hard to keep the whole catalog intact, but within a week, the Transformers pages have been separated from the rest of the catalog and stashed away somewhere or maybe they were transfigured and taken up into heaven, I haven’t seen them since the last separation. In any case, they just were too special to remain trapped between My Little Pony pages and Star Wars pages. And now no one is fighting over the coveted catalog, because the good part is gone.

So, today I show up in Sunday School just a teensy bit fashionably late because I was in the library getting stuff copied for my young women’s class and the teacher was telling us that we were going to start studying the book of James. He was even so nice as to tell us what page to find it on, which was a good thing because I might have flipped back and forth a bit thinking, I swear it was after Hebrews, and getting all flustered if I hadn’t been directed specifically to page 1537. I feel a lot more secure about my knowledge of the sequential order of numbers because when I realized 1536 was followed by 1545, I knew I had a problem. No James. He’s gone. Another set of scriptures bites the dust. Maybe it’s the best part of the book? It’s one of the better parts at least. Good thing I can read it online now. See ya!