February 23, 2021 My dream has always been to live in a house full of books. I saw one of those rolling library-ladders in a movie when I was a kid and always dreamed of riding on one someday. My dad is a professor, and I loved visiting his office and looking at all the books on his shelf. They signified a curiosity for truth and an arrival at maturity. Growing up, I collected my own bookshelves and occasionally just stare at the books on them for inspiration. My books have surrounded me, comforted me and helped me interpret life. As a Christian, my books have also helped me make sense of Christ. They’ve taught me truths of the Bible and aided in interpreting tricky chapters or books. As I crossed the stage and took a degree in theology at graduation, I was fairly confident in my beliefs — in large part because of the books on my bookshelf.