I’m enjoying David Daniell’s biography of William Tyndale. It’s become a real treat for me to go through it, especially when coming across statements such as this:

During the English Reformation, men and women were so hungry for the Bible in English that they were often prepared to die for it. Nobody was burned alive for the ‘The Little Hours of the Virgin’. There were nine printed editions of [Nicholas] Love up to 1530, and none after, as Tyndale’s New Testaments arrived.

This makes me wonder how much I take my Bible for granted. Who knows how many different copies, different translations, text recensions, etc. that I have in my collection?

But am I prepared to die for each of them?