Back in the Missionary Training Center in Provo one of my favorite activities was Scripture chase. Sometimes when we finished our lesson early, we’d play a few rounds. Someone would start reading a verse, and the first person who found it would continue reading and/or give the reference, and then it would be their turn. Usually we played it with the Book of Mormon, and I suprisingly wasn’t awful at it. I say surprisingly, because unlike the rest of my district I had only read the BoM in a different language and only maybe twice in its entireity. I, however, had the weirdest memories of page layouts and verses relative locations to each other. It somehow translated to a different edition in a different language pretty well.
I loved this activity because I learned a lot from it. I learned new verses, but even more, I learned a lot about my fellow missionaries from the verses they chose. Some relied on their seminary knowledge. Some were more adventorous. Some chose verses they thought would be challenging to find. The texts we chose revealed our mood, our focus, our attitude that day.
Now I’m doing a different kind of scripture chase. Earlier this month a wonderful friend of mine visited Budapest, and I asked him to mark some verses in my BoM. He did, and now as I’m reading through the Book of Mormon I am looking for the verses in yellow. When I find one I write it down, and while I do that, I think about what that verse tells me about him–and about myself. Despite my obvious disbelief, reading scriptures has been an important thing for me, in my quest for faith. Sometimes, however, it has become a rote task: read a certain number of chapters or pages, and get through the 600+ pages. Looking for those verses left for me by my friend has added a new layer of motivation in searching for more than just yellow pencil marks.