# 3 of Ten Reasons Why I Believe The Bible Is The Word Of
God by R. A. Torrey
On the ground of the unity of the book.
This is an old argument, but a very satisfactory one. The
Bible consists of sixty-six books, written by more than thirty different men,
extending in the period of its composition over more than fifteen hundred
years; written in three different languages, in many different countries, and
by men on every plane of social life, from the herdsman and fisherman and cheap
politician up to the king upon his throne; written under all sorts of
circumstances; yet in all this wonderful conglomeration we find an absolute
unity of thought.
A wonderful thing about it is that this unity does not
lie on the surface. On the surface there is oftentimes apparent contradiction,
and the unity only comes out after deep and protracted study.
More wonderful yet is the organic character of this
unity, beginning in the first book and growing till you come to its culmination
in the last book of the Bible. We have first the seed, then the plant, then the
bud, then the blossom, then the ripened fruit.
Suppose a vast building were to be erected, the stones
for which were brought from the quarries in Rutland, Vermont; Berea, Ohio; Kasota,
Minnesota, and Middletown, Connecticut. Each stone was hewn into final shape in
the quarry from which it was brought. These stones were of all varieties of
shape and size, cubical, rectangular, cylindrical, etc., but when they were
brought together every stone fitted into its place, and when put together there
rose before you a temple absolutely perfect in every outline, with its domes,
sidewalls, buttresses, arches, transepts-not a gap or a flaw anywhere. How
would you account for it? You would say:
"Back of these individual workers in the quarries
was the master-mind of the architect who planned it all, and gave to each
individual worker his specifications for the work."
So in this marvelous temple of God's truth which we call
the Bible, whose stones have been quarried at periods of time and in places so
remote from one another, but where every smallest part fits each other part, we
are forced to say that back of the human hands that wrought was the Master-mind
that thought.
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