[363 words] When my dad bought me something or gave me something he knew I really wanted, after a period of time, he would grin and say, “What would you take for it?” Knowing I wouldn’t part with whatever gift he had bestowed upon me, he liked to test me and reassure himself he had made me happy. Twenty-one years ago, I received a Bible for a wedding present from my wife’s parents. The inscription simply said, “To Allen and Amy, Love Mom and Dad.” For about a year, I kept the Bible in the box it came in and I always made sure that box was safe and secure in the top of a closet. Then one day, it hit me, this gift is meant to be “used,” not “stored!” I took the Bible out of the box and began to read it, took it to Bible class, worship…