Burying Bibles

I’ve had to bury quite a few Bibles lately. I’m in charge of the annual book sale at my church. Each year we receive about a dozen Bibles, and it seems like they’re always the King James Version. They’ve been cleaned out of attics or grandparents’ assisted-care facilities. I usually try to give them away, but no one seems to want them. So I end up burying them, which is what you’re supposed to do with no-longer-used holy books.

We don’t read or hear the KJV anymore, as it’s not used in worship services. In fact, we haven’t read it for quite some time. But I grew up with King James language in the air like fog. I memorized passages that still stick with me.