The Bible is a mysterious book. There are many times when I read the words printed on the tissue thin pages and they seem like any other words I read. Some sentences I understand, others are a little murky, but all in all it is a pretty uneventful experience. Then there are other times when the words take up a life of their own. They move through my eyes into my brain and then work their way through the invisible corridor to my soul where their little tails whip around driving each word deep into the fabric of who I really am. Once they worm their way in, there is no telling the damage or the healing they will eventually do.