We have undoubtedly all seen it in adventure movies. A fervent treasure seeker makes his way to an old book containing clues of magnificent proportions, slowly picks it up, and marveling for a second in anticipation, gently blows on it in order to get the dust off. Magic moment; so pregnant with possibilities. It's like your imagination cracking its knuckles and rolling up its sleeves.
And so there I was, in a dusty chaos of renovation, picking up a friend's copy of Christa Tippett's Speaking of Faith. Alas, the poor book spent a few days in the middle of all sorts of demolition, and was covered in dust.
Drum roll, please. Begin magic moment! I pick up the book, and noticing all the dust, slowly and very deliberately blow across its surface. Pooof! The dust rushes off the book and forms a fleeting, amorphous cloud. I could have sworn I was Indiana Jones right then.
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