I like buying old books. There’s a mystique that old books have that’s hard to replicate in any other type of media. I often don’t even read them… I just thumb through them, smell the old musty pages, then put them on the shelf where I can admire their bindings.
I own books from which I’ve never read a single word. I don’t know their contents… and I don’t even care.
I find pleasure in judging a book by its cover.
This is ok when it’s a book… but people are different. People are more complex and complicated than books. There’s much more to people than their exterior bindings… where they live, what they do, and with whom they associate.
Sometimes it’s hard to look past a person’s cover… and reconsider what you think you know.
In John 3 and 4 the author introduces his readers to three characters that have questionable covers, but the content within presents unique stories of faith.