The Bible was written on three continents.
Asia.
Africa.
Europe.
In three languages.
Hebrew.
Aramaic.
Greek.
By over 40 different men —
Shepherds.
Kings.
Prophets.
Fishermen.
A doctor.
Across roughly 1,500 years.
Yet it tells one continuous story:
Creation.
Fall.
Redemption.
Christ.
Different writers.
Different centuries.
Different cultures.
One voice.
Because behind the human hands was a divine Author.
Men held the pens.
But God wrote the story.
Most Christians can’t explain the gospel.
I know because I ask them.
A few years ago I was sitting at a table on a college campus in Illinois, talking with students about Jesus. A group of girls walked up. I asked if any of them were Christians.
One said yes.
So I asked the question I always ask:
“Can you tell me the gospel?”
I didn’t expect much.
She didn’t hesitate.
She started with God as Creator.
Then sin.
Then judgment.
Then the cross.
Then the resurrection.
As she spoke, her four friends went completely still.
They listened to her in a way they never would have listened to me.
That day God used a young woman to preach Christ to her friends.
I just happened to be sitting at the table.
The gospel doesn’t spread through people who claim the name.
It spreads through people who actually know the message.