Moses Lapp is 78. He reads the Bible every evening, one chapter. Since 14. 64 years × 365 days = 23,360 chapters. Bible has 1,189 chapters. 23,360 ÷ 1,189 ≈ 19.6 times. (But Moses reread some chapters twice — so roughly 17 complete rounds.)
Today — last page of Revelation. Chapter 22. 'Even so, come, Lord Jesus!' Moses closed the Bible. Set it on the table. Glasses on the Bible. Hands on knees.
Tomorrow
Tomorrow — Genesis 1:1. 'In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth.' Again. Like 17 times before. Like however many more God grants.
His wife (Rachel, God rest her, gone 5 years) used to say: 'Why do you read the same thing?' Moses answered: 'Each time it's different.' Rachel hmmphed.
Moses sat in silence. Outside — darkness, stars, not one streetlight. Inside — kerosene lamp, ticking clock, cat breathing (Moses the Second — grandson of that Moses).
He thought: in 64 years the words are the same. But I'm different. Each time — different. The book doesn't change. The reader does.
Tomorrow — 'In the beginning.' Another beginning. Like spring after winter. Like foal after old horse. Like grandson after grandfather. The world is a circle. The Bible is a circle. Life is a circle. And Moses Lapp is a point on that circle. Small, quiet, sufficient.