The oldest thing I own that I use daily is my Bible, given to me in the third grade when I joined the First United Methodist Church in Griffin, GA.. It was given to me when I was baptized. Inside its worn and aged black leather cover are pages well-worn and littered with underlines and notes. My name, handwritten so very long ago, in faded ink to prove it belongs to me. While it is not touched each day, the lessons I grew up learning, and the faith that was inspired by and read in its pages guide my every day.