On some mornings, I open the cover to your book and the ancient wisdom begins calling me. To certain pages I immediately turn to find the words you want to share with me that day. I begin reading and I can hear your voice. Though they were written a few thousand years ago, the message they hold for me is as fresh as the new day. They speak right into me – into the challenges I’m facing or struggles I’m working through. And suddenly I begin to see the fuller picture and how you are waiting for me at the end of my trials. You call your book a sword, and in it you tell us that iron sharpens iron. My troubles make me the man I am, and your book is what I wield — deflecting temptations in the sparks of my private battles.