 It was a closet full of books stolen from the library. Every time I was on my knees praying, I thought, what about the books? That went on for months. Now, that may sound silly to you, but it was serious to me. I knew I had to do something, but I was scared silly. What if they call the cops? What then? At last, I forced myself to do a very difficult thing. I packed the books in several big cardboard boxes and loaded those into the car.