Who’s to Blame for Inactive Scriptures

This morning we found B. J.’s scriptures

brand-perfect-new

uncomfortable smell, like a mail-order bookstore.

Clean imaged so … impersonal.

B.J. hasn’t been to seminary for three weeks.

We haven’t seen him anywhere but the halls

at school, and even then …

what was his name again?

They aren’t worn, warm with use.

The heart isn’t red penciled,

discovered and cherished.

Perhaps just like B. J.