By Mike Glenn My dad taught Sunday School for over forty years. My favorite memory of him is seeing him sit in his favorite chair with his Bible open in his lap, his pen in one hand, and his Sunday School quarterly in the other. My dad was always writing notes in his Bible. Once, when I was visiting him, I noticed that his Bible was falling apart. I mean, literally, falling apart. You didn't pick up his Bible. You scooped it up or pages would fly out of the Bible like confetti at a parade. So, I bought him a new Bible and of course, he never used it. When I asked him why, he said the new Bible didn't know anything.
What a great testimony