The Bible History Hunt for Children, Teens, and Adults

By N.L. Frazer Jr.

The question-search-answer format of the book is designed to enhance concentration, comprehension, and confidence by having the reader follow specific instructions in a repeated fashion until attention to detail becomes heightened in the thinking process.

• Language: English
• Publisher: WestBow Press
• Release date: Mar 8, 2012
• ISBN: 9781449738235

N.L. Frazer Jr.

In addition to being a student of the bible for years, N.L. Frazer has assisted in the public school system and also helped to establish an engaging children’s church format in his local church. His passion for God’s Word was cultivated at the age of sixteen after witnessing a personal miracle in response to a prayer. He lives in the Mid-Atlantic region of the East Coast.

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THE BIBLE HISTORY

HUNT FOR

Children, Teens, and Adults

Develop and strengthen your

concentration, comprehension, and confidence through a question-search-answer

format of the Scriptures

(NEW TESTAMENT EDITION, VOLUME I)

N. L. Frazer Jr.

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Copyright © 2012 by N.L. Frazer Jr..

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ISBN: 978-1-4497-3822-8 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4497-3821-1 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-4497-3823-5 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2012901267

WestBow Press rev. date: 03/2/2012

Contents

Introduction

How to Use This Book

Chapter One

Questions from Matthew

Chapter Two

Questions from Mark

Chapter Three

Questions from Luke

Chapter Four

Questions from John

Chapter Five

Questions from Acts

Chapter Six

Questions from Romans

Chapter Seven

Questions from 1 Corinthians

Chapter Eight

Questions from 2 Corinthians

Chapter Nine

Questions from Galatians

Chapter Ten

Questions from Ephesians

Chapter Eleven

Questions from Philippians

Chapter Twelve

Questions from Colossians

Chapter Thirteen

Questions from 1 Thessalonians

Chapter Fourteen

Questions from 2 Thessalonians

Chapter Fifteen

Questions from 1 Timothy

Chapter Sixteen

Questions from 2 Timothy

Chapter Seventeen

Questions from Titus

Chapter Eighteen

Question from Philemon

Chapter Nineteen

Questions from Hebrews

Chapter Twenty

Questions from James

Chapter Twenty-One

Questions from 1 Peter

Chapter Twenty-Two

Questions from 2 Peter

Chapter Twenty-Three

Question from 1 John

Chapter Twenty-Four

Question from 2 John

Chapter Twenty-Five

Question from 3 John

Chapter Twenty-Six

Question from Jude

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Questions from Revelation

Dedicated to the cherished memory of my father

N. L. Frazer Sr., who taught me at a young age that a smart man learns from his mistakes, but a wise man learns from the mistakes of others.

Introduction

Let me create a scenario for you from your childhood… You’re back in grade school, let’s say fourth or fifth grade and by nature you’re a little on the shy side. Because there are only three weeks before summer break, most of your classmates are preoccupied with where they are going for the summer and how fast they can get there. It’s a very warm and humid spring day, the class is slightly overcrowded, and there’s no air-conditioning. It’s twenty minutes to three o’clock (dismissal time) and since two thirty you’ve been looking down at your desk hoping—no, praying—the teacher won’t call on you and ask the dreaded question, Okay, now what is the object of the preposition?

One by one she calls on this boy, that boy, this little girl, all around you as you continue to sweat and fret that she won’t call your name. She calls on a boy to your left three desks away; he stumbles in his answer, trying to gather his thoughts. Good, you think. The more time he takes, the less time she’ll have to call on me.

He finally answers the question and the teacher looks around for her next victim—I mean participant. She hesitates while wiping the perspiration from her brow. You steal a quick glance at the clock; it’s only 2:45. I got to survive another ten minutes, you think as you quickly return your gaze to the safe sanctuary of your desktop.

She walks to your side of the classroom and pauses. You can feel little beads of sweat rolling down your back, partly from the humidity in the classroom but mostly from the fear of her being so close. Bobby! she cries out as you flinch in your seat. She just called the boy sitting right behind you. Now the sweat beads are really trickling down your back, your arms, your stomach, and a few other places I can’t mention in print. Man that was too close, you think. But what’s more upsetting to you is the fact that Bobby is the smartest kid in the class, so the chances of chewing unwanted minutes off the clock are slim to none! And sure enough, Bobby blurts out the answer lickety-split. Excellent, Bobby, the teacher responds, but, instead of walking back to the other side of the classroom, she half perches on an empty desk in the next aisle.

Let’s see, she says as she turns to check the clock. You sit there with your clothes drenched with sweat, afraid to move—you are paralyzed with fear.

But suddenly there’s a reprieve; a loud knock at the door interrupts her just as she is calling on her next victim—I mean participant.

As she gets off the desk and makes her way to the door, you summon the courage to steal another look at the clock; it’s 2:47. Okay, okay, you think as you quickly make your calculations for freedom. The teacher has to stop the lesson at least five minutes before three o’clock to allow the students time to pack up their things. It’s now 2:47, which means anything outside of Armageddon will have to stop in eight minutes so the children can get ready for dismissal.

You watch the teacher as she opens the classroom door. If she stands at the door and talks, you’re still in danger because she could end her conversation and turn her attention back to the class in an instant. But if she steps out into the hallway, it’s hallelujah time. You nervously watch as she makes gestures with her hands to an unseen person in the hallway. Go out, go out, you say under your breath as you glance quickly at the clock: 2:49 and counting, still in danger. But as you look back toward the door, you see a glorious sight: the teacher is stepping out into the hallway and closing the door behind her! Thanks be to God from Whom all good things come!

At that moment, you feel a total release of tension from your head and shoulders as you thankfully sit back in your chair. You look down at your desk and see that your sweaty arms have left two damp impressions from being fixed in one fearful position since 2:30. But now all is well. You have endured the fear of being called on, and the next thing you will hear the teacher say is Take up here tomorrow. Let’s pack up.

As you lean back in your chair, you close your eyes and entertain stray thoughts of the summer to come. Soon you will be trading the moments of classroom dread for the thankful monotony of driving down the highway with your family. Then your daydream is broken as you suddenly hear the classroom door open and close. You wait for the soothing words to follow: Let’s pack up.

But something is wrong. Your eyes pop open and, instead of the teacher moving toward her desk, she stops at the front of the class. You look quickly at the clock and you heart sinks; instead of 2:55, the clock reads 2:52. You panic as your mind begins to race and the beads of sweat roll down your back in earnest. You glance over and see your teacher looking right at