Gutenberg Bible Original Novels & Stories

Only one site remained on the screen. Olalekan stood up and studied the web address on the screen. It was vaguely familiar. With furrowed eyebrows, he wondered where he had seen this before. The others studied this too. BIBLECHRONICLES.ORG Huh? “Isn’t this the website that owns that famous daily devotional app?” One of the Heads of Department said. “Indeed it is. My daughter uses it every day to conduct her bible reading.” Said another. “I don’t understand why this is here…”

“He was like:; hey yo that's soft mehn, so Adam was the guy that got nailed on the cross and his dad was Abraham, he had a wife named eve and they birthed Rachel, soft soft!!!” My laughter couldn't be contained. I laughed my heart out that I needed to down a glass of water or else I was going to choke. “What??” I screamed. “Girl it was insane it sure wasn't funny at that point cause I felt so embarrassed, and then he went on to say his favourite bible chapter is the proverbs 31!” Truthfully I knew what the proverbs 31 meant, it talked about how the elegant woman, mother, wife and entrepreneur. My Christian faith and journey just died when I had to move from Dallas to Chicago and I was starti

“Winked at me, the son of a bitch.” Richard looked down at what he’d been given. It was a Bible, the object the admiral had been holding in his lap—removed from its lectern not twenty-four hours prior when Lawrie had hugged himself and ran out of the church with it beneath his jacket. Leather-bound and tattered, really, really old. Rich lifted the worn cover and saw it was printed in a foreign language, glimpsed D. Martin Luthers on a crumbling inner page, 1670 below that. German. Over three hundred years worth of old. But why—

Mom said as she drew Ola into a gentle hug. I walked over to the corner of the room where a little shelf was placed, I pulled out the big, black familiar book. It was my dad's most cherished belonging, his Bible. I opened to his favourite verse, walked over to my mom and handed it to her. 2 Corinthians 5:6-8: "So we are always of good courage. We know that while we are at home in the body we are away from the Lord, for we walk by faith, not by sight. Yes, we are of good courage, and we would rather be away from the body and at home with the Lord."

He pulls out a thick volume. “This is written in the old language of the Empire,” He holds out the book to me, and I take in the details of the black cover “It’s the same language in which the holy book of the church was originally written, but not many people can read with without a dictionary, so it was translated.” I take the book from him “I should give it try.” I don’t want someone to try me on a whim and then fail spectacularly.

"The crazy thing is when I hear the word bible I think of religion" "Yea,I did too before I knew about what I just told you. The bible isn't meant for religion. The bible is our history book,it's the real truth of why so-called blacks,hispanics and native Americans and the others that's part of the twelve tribe are at the bottom of social society. It teaches us why we're the lowest and why we go through the most tragic" "And the history books in school are full of lies?" Jennifer asked "I'm pretty sure that there's a good percentage of our truth in those history school books" Sophia replied

My expression was grim, as my eyes blazed with determination. "The scroll contains the one thing Belzebub doesn't have," Gabriel quietly said. "The heavenly scriptures, the divine message of God, and the good news of the gospels. These are the weapons we need to defeat him." With a swift motion, the scroll unraveled, revealing the scriptures in a language that seemed almost divine. Our combined form stood ready, our body glowing with a fierce determination. The battle against Belzebub, the Prime Prince of demons, was about to begin.

Josephus and Oswyn had decided the new Chapter Ho to be greatly expanded. The bibles and rules books they pro- Scriptoriunm would be next and that the structure would have weed. and the illustrated Epistles of St. Peter written in duced, and the that copies made their way across the waters to Eire, Italia, golden ink, were highly regarded and Josephus had heard and Francia. It was mid-morning, approaching the third hour, and he was on his way from the lavatorium to the refectory for a

this royal caretaker always interrupts me and it annoys me (she clenched her teeth) "what?!!!" i shouted angrily and I glared him with my blazing fire eyes "what did you say?" I calm with my echo voice "t-t-t-the the b-b-b-bab-by b-blue-e a-a-a-and t-t-the o-o-ot-there b-b-b-lue b-b-baby d-dra-ag-g-g-gon i-i-is m-m-mis-s-si-ing your hi-i-ighn-n-ness" he stuttered I calm myself