When I was a boy, the first real book of the Bible I read on my own wasn’t Genesis or John or Romans. It was Revelations. It sounds odd, I know, but I’d been to Sunday School plenty. I knew my Bible stories. I knew Jesus was great. And I thought that most of the Bible was made, pretty much, of everything I already thought I knew—only with a lot more confusing words like “thy” and “thou.” But Revelations was... Read more