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Searching the local bookstore for one of the all-time classics to read, I find myself wandering the nearly infinite rows of bookcases, overflowing with books of every kind.  I am not looking for just any book, mind you.   My reading appetite hungers for something rich in prose, but the book needs to fit my personal definition of a classic.

As I walk around, my eyes notice many classics of American literature.  I flip through pages of book after book.  Hmm, “not this one” becomes my common response.  Frustration is beginning to set in, and the time is growing late.

The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorne

The Last of the Mohicans by James Fenimore Cooper

The Good Earth by Pearl S. Buck

The Grapes of Wrath by John Steinbeck

Walden by Henry David Thoreau

To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee

While these books would fill many lists of some of the most treasured novels to read, my appetite is still looking for something with the “crowning glory” of literature.  My vigilant book search continues.

Coming around a corner, the final section of the enormous store is laid out in front of me.  This overly small section is buzzing with activity.  A large gathering of book lovers are digging all over its shelves.  What stories are these readers of classic literature finding here?

“Jonah and the Whale”

“Moses Leads Israel Home”

“Daniel in the Lion’s Den”

“David vs. Goliath”

“Abraham and Isaac”

“Noah Builds an Ark”

Feeling the excitement now as well, my eyes capture a beautiful volume with the above stories, but I also discover “The Greatest Story of All-Time” about a Galilean named Jesus Christ.

My spiritual journey has finished at last.  The Holy Bible will fill my spiritual hunger for an eternity.  Amen!

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