There have only been a few times in my past when I really, genuinely enjoyed reading the Bible. I am not talking about that time when you are trying to prove that you’re right/disprove someone else and you happen to find that neat little verse that makes you get that feeling of triumphant victory – Hah! This will show them. That feeling happened a lot in high school (and this makes 1 Corinthians 13:11 come to mind). I am also not talking about that super Christian-high that you get when you’re like “oh yeah, look at me. I just read Philemon.” Now, believe it or not, I am not even talking about that feeling of just trying to get past the last few paragraphs and then going to get your money because your parents offered to pay you to read the Bible (don’t worry, that never happened to me). Now I know what you’re thinking, I must be talking about that “I’m so holy” feeling you get when they award you at Bible camp with some “Bible-Reader” certificate. Nope, not talking about that either.