I grew up in a very small Texas town. This was the kind of town where everyone knew you were gonna do something bad even before you did. The town was also very Southern Baptist, but they were gracious enough to allow other Christian religions in town. I remember receiving biblical gifts for graduations from the churches and such. There was always an abundance of little bibles. I have owned at least one of these my entire life it seems. It became a habit for me to put one of these bibles in the glove box of my car.
The other day Mark and I are in his car headed somewhere and I see a license plate with a bible verse reference on it and I became curious about the verse. I knew full well that unless I had placed a bible in his car he did not have one and even though I knew the punch line to story I could not help myself.
Me: Do you have a little bible in your car?
Mark: What?
Me: You know one of those mini-bibles, I like to keep one in my glove box.
Mark: Why on earth would anyone keep a bible in their car?
Me: For times like this, I might forget by the time we get home and I want to know what verse that is and figure out why they would have it on their license plate.
I did remember the verse and for those who want to know it is Rom 8:18.
Also, I do have a little bible in my car, I double checked. It is a brown one, but for some reason I thought it was green, I always remember them being green. Oh well...if you need a bible on the fly just ask me.
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