When I would read the Bible to Dee, it was like she was hearing it for the first time. And her reactions to it put me to shame. Around Epiphany I read to her the account of the magi bringing gold, frankincense, and myrrh to Jesus. “Gold?” she said? “Wow!” On another visit, I read her a resurrection account. Jesus raises someone from the dead? “Wow!”

But one day she expressed some frustration. She couldn’t remember things or people. I told her that God also doesn’t remember some things. He says He forgets our sins, remembering them no more. This time she didn’t say, “Wow!” Instead, she said …