 Page by page, chapter by chapter, scripture by scripture. See, if this book was true, my father could not lie. My father would not die. The only premise that made sense to me was that this book had to be a lie. I had made my way through the Old Testament, ripping the Bible into shreds, when a friend of mine who had heard the news walked in and stopped me. I tried to bury my faith the day that we buried my father.