So I’m really into the book, The Man Who Loved Books Too Much. Here’s a summary taken from the inside flap:
What would you do for the love of a good book? For John Charles Gilkey, the answer is: go to prison.
Unrepentant book thief Gilkey has stolen a fortune in rare books from around the country. Yet unlike most thieves, who steal for profit, Gilkey steals for love–the love of books.
This has me wondering…
When does something, that is not necessarily a sin, become a sin? Stealing is obvious but given what Jesus said in the sermon on the mount it seems that the line is much more internal.
I mean, I love books…I have a lot of them and I spend much time in bookstores in search of a good book. Doesn’t seem like anything is wrong with that per se, but when does it become wrong?
Join the groove: When does a seemingly normal enjoyable part of life become something that can harm our relationship with God and others? How do we spot the warning signs?
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