A Merry (early) Christmas!
Back in the Darker Ages, before cell phones and wifi, and even before I met my husband, I had a treasure. A Bible. A gift, I think from my parents, during high school. Now, to some, it was nothing but words on a page, and a thick reason to beat people over the head. But for others, it could mean a long and tortuous prison sentence, the loss of their children, and in many cases, death. Yes, death. Usually in a long and gruesome manner. But it was treasure worth dying for. Over