CAN YOU FIND 20 BOOKS OF THE BIBLE IN THIS PUZZLE?

If this little puzzle gets you to think about the Bible, it will have hit its mark. It's a lulu. Keeps numbers of people searching for hours. There are no Bible facts here, just the names of books. After looking so hard, it may come as a revelation to you just how many books you don't know. You may be in a jam, especially since the truth of the matter is that the books are not capitalized and parts of some books appear in more than one word.
Finding them is a real job. Be careful. A beggar in Seattle was robbed while working this puzzle. The poor chap's alms were stolen while he wasn't looking. Ahab Akkuk, a Cairo man, says that the puzzle isn't fair to Arabs since it contains no books from the Koran. Yes, it will be a most fascinating puzzle for you, and yes, there will be some hard ones to spot. Even judges have trouble. I admit it usually takes a minister to find some of them and loud lamentations are often heard when the easy ones get by us.
One lady says she brews a cup of tea to help her concentrate. You'll want to keep the puzzle if you finish it. My cousin Gene's is framed and on the living room wall. See how well you can compete. Relax and see if you can find all twenty books.

IN THE STORY BELOW, YOU CAN FIND 26 BOOKS OF THE BIBLE. HAPPY HUNTING!
Fired Up For the Lord?
by Brookes Eiler

The thin, elderly teacher, Miss Mary Jo Ellis, stood in front of the class, discussing a most difficult lesson on heredity and genes. "Is intelligence inherited or developed? Scientists banter this question to and fro. Man sometimes will act superior; even though the real way to judge superior ability is marked by one's behavior toward others. In other words, the truly wise man will 'do unto others as he would have them do unto him.'"
At that moment she looked down at the boy sitting directly in front of her, who happened to be principal Delphi's son, Matt. He was pulling on her panty hose! A run raced down her leg! She watched in disbelief as, with ruthless glee, he stood up and cried out, "Take that, you old hag!" Gaily he exclaimed, "Old lady, you think I'm so bad?! I, ah, heard that you're gonna be losing your job soon. So, who cares what you think?!" At that moment the bell rang and the students hurried out of her classroom. Her mind was reeling. She was numb! Erstwhile, as soon as she could, she rushed to the school office to protest her dismissal. Delphi brought her into his office. "Why?" she pleaded. "After all my years of hard work! I've taught my best! It used to be a fluke if even one of my students couldn't conjugate like a pro! Verbs, adjectives, adverbs were a cinch for them. What did I do to get me in this kind of jam, especially when you've been happy with my work all these years? This just isn't normal! A child informs me in front of my class that I'm to be fired! What did I do to deserve this?"
Looking down at his desk, Mr. Delphi said, "Parents are concerned about your influence over their children. Just the other day a father said to me, 'She brews up stories that make them act strange. They come home talking so much about Bible things. It needs to stop!'"
She was stunned, amazed! As he turned to pour her a glass of tea from a pitcher on his desk, Mary Jo wondered if she could really trust Delphi.
"Lemon?" he offered.
"Can't you help me?!" she pleaded. He wouldn't look at Mary Jo.
"Nah. It's out of my hands." Looking down at the floor he said, "Nah, um, I wish I could help, but the school board voted you out just today."
Miss Ellis quietly rose to leave. This had been a terrible revelation! As she walked in a stupor to her classroom, she wondered what the future held outside of these halls that she'd walked for the past forty years.

TRY TO FIND 38 BOOKS OF THE BIBLE
THAT ARE HIDDEN IN THIS STORY!

While motoring in Palestine I met Chief Mejud, gesticulating wildly. His fez, raiment, and features were odd. I never saw so dismal a chief. On market days he pumps alms from everyone, a most common practice. A glance shows that he acts queerly. Excuse my speaking so, but he was showing a crowd how they used to revel at Ionian bouts, when the brews seemed bad.
A fakir was seated on a hump, minus hose and shirt, and wearing as comic a hat as they make. He pointed up eternally toward a rudely carved letter "J" on a high cliff that was unusually steep. "He's," I answered, "absolutely right!"
My companion then cried: "See that 'J'? Oh, now I know we are near the Ancient Ai. Is this Ai a holy place?" From answers given elsewhere, I'll say not! We asked the age of the big stone "J". "O, eleven centuries at least."
I know that in such a jam, escort was necessary. Besides, our car stuck in a rut here. So leaving the sedan, I elbowed nearer the fakir. A toothless hag gained access to his side and paused to rest herself on a mat. The woman hinted, "You have treasure?" To which I retorted: "Not I! Moth, you know, and rust corrupt earthly store!" Mejud expressed a wish to accompany us, but I decreed, "Thy party we will not annex, O dusty Chief! I am tracing a cargo of lost tobacco. That's my job!" To the chief's expression of sorrow over the tobacco loss I answered, "It would all have gone up in smoke anyway."
My brother is a tramp (rover), B.S., from Harvard, too. His name is Eugene. Sister is nursing him now. He is still a member of Gamma Phi. Lemonade is his favorite drink when he is ill. They asked, "Where is the prodigal at?" I answered that it used to be incorrect to use "at" this way, but that the flu kept Eugene at home this year. It really is too bad, I, a homebody, roaming the Orient, and he, a tramp at home in bed.