Unlike most people in my Sunday School class who read their scriptures on their phones, I pack around an actual Bible. That is if I think about it. And honestly I just grab whatever one I find lying about because you know how Bibles are. Always lying about. Which is why I had Ken Cannon's missionary Bible with me yesterday.
Anyway, it was filled with underlinings and notes in the margins. Child baptism! Faith! Missing scripture! I saw the handwriting of Ken Cannon's nineteen year-old self, and suddenly I had a vision of him being all earnest in his brown Napoleon Dynamite suit, TAKING THE GOSPEL TO THE WORLD, YO.
That was a lot of years ago. But I enjoyed thinking about Boy Ken Cannon, and I felt grateful to him for writing in his Bible. That's the beauty of a physical book. You can see what people marked up or which pages they folded or how they responded (!!!!!!) to an idea. It's like having a conversation with a previous reader. A one-sided conversation, maybe.
But still.
3 comments:
Love your post. And this:
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/browse?contentId=39493
I love this. I love thinking about missionary Ken Cannon.
Great post.
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