Yesterday, while we were on the way to Church, our eleven year old interrupted us with a "you've got to read this." We had her read it to us. She had just finished Matthew Chapter 6 and had to share it.
Of course they had read it a couple of weeks ago at Church. Not the same impact. She's smart (three standard deviations above her class's norm on her latest assessment scores), but two weeks ago it was the King James (which I love for its poetic flavor). Sunday it was a modern translation.
NET Bible Noteless (on her itouch)
She kept reading, engrossed, all through Sacrament meeting.
I've seriously rethought my feelings on the King James based on that experience. I love the flavor and the poetry, but to see her just enraptured in the scriptures, that was a significant moment for me.