Romans & histoires John 13 7

It was weak but present, possibly because of his bedridden state. "Just thirteen days." The usually quiet 7th answered nonchalantly. "What!"

John decided to assist Ericka and Randy in preparing their supper after leaving them laughing as the two continued to argue. Ericka is praying that evening when she gets the need to open her Bible, which she used as a teacher-catechist for years. The Gospel of John states, "For God so loved the world that He gave His only Son Jesus Christ so that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life," when she opens it. “

Samarth explained, "which is essential for our journey. We cannot navigate without clarity, can we? The Word grants understanding to the simple. And Joshua, as a leader, required discernment and wisdom in all his endeavors. After all, he was guiding a nation to the Promised Land." Samarth's eyes sparkled with conviction. "The words spoken by God are full of the Spirit and life, as the apostle John wrote. You see, my sister, the Word of God is incorruptible, for it proceeds from God Himself, making it refined and flawless, like silver purified in a crucible, like gold refined seven times."

A loud groan of pain, almost a scream left Christian’s lips as Cristopher released his hold on the man’s fist, allowing the man to hold onto his wrist in pain. He was well-trained, after all. A futile move of assault like that is like child’s play, like a small toddler’s tantrum hit. “You… how dare you lie to me!” John couldn’t take of the betrayal anymore as he shouted at Merry, pointing a finger towards her way in accusation.

“As you know everyone has a person made just for them. Being that you are in a sense made of Joshua’s rib, you two are connected so whatever spiritually affects you affects him.” John explains. I found myself blushing at the words. I felt a little embarrassed at the thought of him being made just for me.

Miron’s story The room was filled with anxiety and tension. We were looking at John and prayed that he finally understood who was the enemy here. We just needed his confession again. He got up a few times, walking towards the window, looking down from his third floor like contemplating the world outside thinking if he would ever see that world again. Finally, he faced us and in low voice, he announced what we have been waiting for. I am ready! Good, let me just put the recorder on the table.

The owner's voice came from the house: "Who are you?" - Jesus. "Where are you from?" - Tramp. "Are you hungry?" - Yeah… - Come in, my name is Simon and my brother Andrew, - invited Simon. "Sit down at the table, and my brother will bring you food and wine." - Thank. How do you live? - We live, rejoice, cry, believe and live again… "While I was walking towards you, I watched the fishermen at sea pulling out fishing nets and collecting the catch in the boat. Is not the heavenly father like the fishermen who fish to take them home?

My breath caught. "I'm not asking you to volunteer," she continued smoothly. "I'm simply observing that you have a choice to make. The Bible tells us to love thy neighbor as thyself. To bear one another's burdens. Galatians 6:2—'Carry each other's burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ.'" She opened a drawer, pulling out a leather-bound Bible. Her fingers traced the gold-edged pages.

“It doesn’t matter who the biological father is, all three of us are the parents.” “It goes against everything you were taught growing up.” James bellowed. “Your blood pressure.” Cherise gently reminded her husband. “A new commandment I give to you.” Jaxon quoted. “Love one another as I have loved you so all men will know that you are of my people.” “You think that I don’t know the scriptures?” the older man demanded. “I am sure that you know them well. You spent eighteen years shoving them down my throat.” Ty growled out as he squeezed Jaxon’s hand three times. The subtle message told him to back down.

The door swung open, revealing John seated on the couch. A glass of whiskey in his hand despite the early hour. Her eyes lifted to meet mine and, for a brief moment, I noticed how sober he was. Perhaps still in grief about Jessica. “Hey, little doll, good morning,” he greeted. His voice was cold as much as he tried hiding his emotion; it still manifested in his voice. “Are you sure you are alright? John,” I asked. “uhm.. Yeah.. I mean yes, I'm fine,” he stuttered, unsure of his words.