Bible Reads Novels & Stories

She sat on the couch beside him and curled her legs under her. “Should I be worried?” Ian asked. “I read my Bible every night. Can I read to you?” Ian spotted her Bible sitting on the end table and reached for it. “What if I read to you tonight?” Sara’s eyes widened. What if he shocked her to the core? “I’d like that. The bookmark is where I stopped.” He pulled the marker and opened the book to 1 Corinthians Chapter 16. “Thank you for being past the love chapter.” He grinned.

It was my turn to tuck Anaya into her bed, so I helped her go to the bathroom. “ Hey daddy, Can you read for me the bible instead,” she requested. I looked at the children bible in her bed stand. “ Yes,” I nodded as I put her into bed and covered her, tucked the sheets into the bed. I picked up the book and read for her the story of David. “ And that is how God chose David to become king,” I read the last paragraph and looked at her, she was already dozing. I sighed loudly as I placed the bible back to her bed stand.

Richard said as he looked at me and back at the fire, sucking on his pipe. “Are you ready?” Ben sat on the sofa beside me, and the cushions threatened to swallow us both into its comfort. Was I ready? Ready for what? He reached to pick up the King James Bible. Beneath it was various other books, none that I recognized except a translation of the Dead Sea Scrolls.

“ I woke up an hour ago to pray and study my Bible. I'm alright. I'm just feeling super excited. I honestly can't wait to say I do, to forever with you, Babe. ” Mira blushed at his message. “ What part of the Bible did you study today? And what stood out for you? ” Joseph shook his head, seeing how she had intentionally avoided the last part of the message. I was studying the book of Genesis and chapter 2 verse 18 stood out for me as it says, “ it's not good for a man to be alone. I'll make him a helper out of his flesh. ” Mira ruminates on that verse for a while before typing out a reply. “ God is so filled with knowledge and wisdom, isn't he? ”

It was a tradition they had adhered to not because they did every night, but reading from the scriptures had given Jane courage as a little girl and as a growing adult. When she volunteered as a medical staff during that war, she had carried the Bible along with her, and it had been the rock she leaned on each time things got too harsh, or she lost hope that the men they were treating would recover. She had also read specific passages to dying patients and had seen the relief come over their features, the hope that they had something to look forward to. And so when there was nothing more to do and yet a lot to be done, she had remembered her Bible. Reading the all-too-familiar pages had brou

Hindi man lang akong nag-atubiling basahin iyon. Nilingon ko si Papa. Nakahiga ito pero titig na titig ito sa kung anong bagay malapit sa akin. Hinanap ko ang mata niya ngunit talagang pokus ang mga ito sa bagay na iyon. Ang bible na binabasa ko. “That’s hers.” Tiningnan ko din ang librong hawak-hawak ko. Hindi ito malalamang bible sa unang tingin dahil sa sobrang dami ng mga colored papers na nakadikit sa mga gilid ng pages.

he says. I blink. “Read?” He nods toward the open Bible on the lectern. “Psalm 51. The Miserere. Aloud.” I hesitate only a second, then cross to the lectern. My fingers tremble as I turn the pages. The text swims for a moment before steadying. “Have mercy on me, O God, according to your unfailing love…” My voice is soft, unsteady at first. I feel him behind me—close now, just at my shoulder. Not touching, but near enough that the air between us hums.

Timotheus snatched the Bible from Ferran’s hand and opened it as if he was so familiar with the book. “John 3:16… John 3:16…” Timotheus opened the Bible and saw the highlighted verse. “For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.” He read. “What about the numbers 17, 18, 19, 20, 21?” Czaquira asked. “Maybe the words?” Timotheus was confused for a while.

Mia made me realize that the Bible wasn't just any book. And so it couldn't be read like a novel or school book.. As it's actually the most completed book on Earth. Not only that, it's also God's word for us. She advised me not to read the Bible just for reading's sake, but to meditate on the words and see it as God speaking directly to me. And I did... I must say, it was really an emotion packed experience... I recalled reading the book of Jeremiah and got to a verse where God said. “I knew you before I formed you in your mother’s womb. Before you were born I set you apart and appointed you as my prophet to the nations.”

“Time for a little story. No pressure, but this one’s important. Gotta have that legacy.” Nik blinked slowly at the pages, completely quiet. He watched intently as I read, voice hushed and monotone. It was a simple book, designed for early readers, full of art in primary colors and a watered-down retelling. The battle for the temple, the miracle of the oil, and the general message of standing up for what’s right. Nik probably didn’t understand any of it yet. He was probably just entranced by the scarlet robe on Judah Maccabee, or the golden gleam of the lamp. But I believed it didn’t matter.