Open My Eyes That I May See
My friend was a young man, perhaps the youngest member of the adult Sunday school class that he taught, yet everyone agreed that he was an excellent teacher. I was a few years older, and a seminary student. He was a first year Bible college student. Nevertheless, I marveled at his level of knowledge and ability to teach, but he had not yet acquired all the tools he needed to be his best. Evidently, he recognized that he needed an education ⎯ at least a degree. However, he disdained some degree requirements. For example, he saw no reason to study the Greek language although it is the language of the New Testament. “I am an Englishman,” he declared when the topic came up. “Why do I need to learn Greek,” he asked? He continued, “I speak English and I read an English Bible. The people I teach all understand English. Why do I need to know Greek?” He went on to argue that he could understand everything that he needed to know about the Bible by reading good “English” commentaries. I didn’t argue with him at the time, but I profoundly disagreed.