Years ago I was reading a book by one of my favorite authors, jared Wilson, and he was describing his “every day” bible.

“The binding is coming apart.”

“Scribbled notes on nearly every page."

He says if you were “you were passing by my green ’97 Chevy Suburban in a parking lot and happened to see this worn-out book lying on the passenger seat, where it often rests, you’d hardly give it a second look.”

You’d definitely not be tempted to break into his car and steal it!”

but then he goes on:

"But imagine somebody took you aside one day as you were walking by, grabbed you by the arm, pointed in the direction of my vehicle, and said, “Do you see that beat-up Chevy Suburban over there? On the passenger seat rests THE SECRET OF THE UNIVERSE.”

Well, you might consider that for at least a second, wouldn’t you?

The secret of the universe! The thing, the message that every human being has been searching for since the creation of the world. The skeleton key that unlocks humanity itself. The answer to all human desire and longing and dissatisfaction and brokenness. The very voice of God! A word straight from outer space! And it is inside that book inside that vehicle.

Well, if you really believed that the secret of the universe was inside that sorry-looking book inside that sorry-looking vehicle, you might linger a little longer at the window, wouldn’t you? If you really believed this message, you might even smash the glass to get to that book."