Last Monday after a long day's "work" (my work consists teaching math and babysitting overgrown babies) I decided to take advantage of a sale the local bookstore was having. Bring in a book for trade and get 30% off. So I took a book off of my shelf that I have not looked at in three years, Jerry Bridges' Pursuit of Holiness, and traded it in for Volume 14: 1868, Pilgrim Publication of Spurgeons Sermons and Herman Witsius' Economy of the Covenants between God and Man. The latter of which is out of print and the former is just damn good (for a Baptist that is).

As I walked into the store I was asked if I would like to pick items out for my shelf. Now let me explain. The girls who work there and I have been flirting with the idea of me having a shelf on the employee picks section so that I may share with the world my recommendations for fine reading. Needless to say, joy filled my heart as I previewed the grand selection of thoughts that lay before me.

No surprise I reached for Lewis and MacDonald first. After that was John Owen, the Westminster Confession of Faith, and D. Martyn Lloyd-Jones. I put some Milton in there to tie the fantasies with thoelogy. Then topped it off with a little Packer for a bit more Anglican flare.

Now that all is said and done, I shall sit and wait to see if my shelf is completely ignored, thus revealing once again the bitter truth that no one outside my circle of friends shares or is even remotely interested in my thoughts.