When I was a student in the High school, our class in literature was called upon one day to name some pieces of literature which we considered the best examples of the English language. The answer was given and the teacher added that the bible was considered the best example. I suppose she saw a doubting look on some of the faces, for she immediately asked the questions, Don't you read the Bible?" why don't you read it?" No one answered, and again she asked, "Why don't you read the Bible?" but not one of the class ventured to answer the question.
She left the matter then, but I went home with the question in my mind. I resolved that I would read it for the literature alone. I had tried many times before to read it, trying to read a chapter or a few verses every day until I had finished it. I never got very far, however, for I could not seem to remember what I read and I could not become interested in the reading and soon gave it up.
The question, "Why don't I read my Bible," was not settled, and repeated itself in my mind for several years, never finding an answer. It seemed a little strange, too, as I was fond of reading.
