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So Who Needs The Bible, Anyway?
You might actually like it if you read it as a story and skipped the boring parts.
My first book was the bible. No wait, it was a cookbook entitled Joy of Jello.
The bible was my second book. It was a picture bible with the stories illustrated like a comic book, but with no dialogue balloons. The illustrations were black and white and in the centre of the book were colour plates of renaissance painting depicting key bible moments like the creation of Adam or Mary adoring the infant Jesus.
I still have both of those books.
Fast forward to grade one
I loved that illustrated bible. I studied the pictures and read the captions from about age four. When my grade one teacher, Mrs. McPherson told our class the entire story of the bible, starting with the creation, I was even more hooked.
She literally stood in front of the class and told us the bible story from Genesis to Revelation. She chose the highlights of the ongoing drama from God’s creation of the world, to the ultimate battle between good and evil. She skipped the boring parts. I don’t remember anything from Leviticus or the Song of Songs (probably too sexy for six-year-olds anyway), but she did recite the King James version of Psalm 23…
