Growing up in church, but not in Christ, I had a vague knowledge of the Bible, but had no idea what treasure was buried in the Word. It was at a “God and Church” Girl Scouts class that I first learned of King James—the Bible, not the man. At the time, I decided that version must be too antiquated for me to really understand or even relate to my 20th century situations. My Sunday School teacher had given me Good News for Modern Man and I figured that was more appropriate reading material. Only—I never read it.
I came to a life-changing faith in Jesus Christ as a teenager, and attended a church that used the King James Version of the Bible as its biblical reference. The pastor encouraged church members to read their copy of the Word for themselves—they even highlighted meaningful passages and brought their Bibles to worship. This focus on the supremacy of the Word of God was all new to me. I realized God’s Word had the power to impact people for change—not just others, but me.