I love books. At this moment, there are 12 beside my bed. A western novel is on the table, and the others–dealing with Churchill, the Civil War, the presidential election of 1940, and a novel or two which I started but will probably not finish–await my further attention.
Over the past 15 years, as I moved from pastoring to denominational service, and then into retirement, I have given away thousands of books. Most went to other pastors and friends, some to family, and a great many were donated to local libraries.
But I keep buying books.
My wife understands my need for books and never mentions it. For which I am grateful.
I bought two books yesterday at the store on the campus of Reformed Theological Seminary, here in Jackson, MS.