John Chapter 17 King James Version Novels & Stories

Jennifer said shaking her head "Yea,but the sad thing is that everybody isn't going to accept this truth or believe in it" "Why?" Jennifer asked. "It's plain and simple of what the bible says" "Most people rather believe in men instead of their own God. Many are called but few are chosen" "Many are called but few are chosen. What scripture is that?" Jennifer asked "Matthew chapter twenty two and verse fourteen" Sophia replied "How do you know if you're chosen to be into this truth?" Jennifer asked

And it must be true, because, after all these years, she kept it. Hugging it closer to my chest, I went back into the kitchen, sat down pouring myself another glass whiskey, ready to read the Lord's teaching. “If dad can do it, so can I...” I murmured. I opened the book, and it's randomly displaying Roman 16:20, “The God of peace will soon crush Lucifer under your feet,” I read aloud, “The grace of our Lord Jesus be with—” Knock knock My reading was interrupted by someone banging on the door, Who could it be, it's late,

Harry asked as he decided to address the elephant in the room, breaking the silence as the room sank under the weight of the topic. “I have no thoughts.” Beth mumbled as she shook her head, still unable to grasp the wickedness of her own blood. ‘How could she have been so wrong? Where did she go wrong?’ “She is no daughter of mine.” John spoke in a stern, unwavering tone “Whatever the law decides to be her fate, shall be hers!”

The timing of it seemed perfect . The Reverend pulled out his eyedrops and paused, tilting his head back; just another of the many failings this current host experienced. These eyes were old and rheumy, and stayed so dry most of the time that the drops were a necessity. He wiped the excess with his handkerchief as he continued along, entering the chapel room and closing its doors. He remained facing the double doors a moment, head cocked to one side. The candles were already lit, that much he could tell, their dim glow casting shadows which wavered over the brick. But there was another smell besides incense here, something else in his inner sanctuary. At his back. A smile touched Julian’s li

he orders. Julio gave a deep bow, "Very well, I will take the order, Your Majesty." #to be continued in Chapter 35.1 - Silence

John answered, remaining vague about the contents of the book. I can understand why. John wouldn’t want to divulge too much information to Khalid without knowing without a doubt he’s on our side. “Now then.” John cleared his throat, opening the book to the page he wanted. I was able to read over his shoulder. I sucked in a breath as I watched the text rearrange. At first, it showed in Archaic Irish, then morphed into modern English. I wanted to ask how but I didn’t want to draw Khalid’s attention.

'I-I didn't pray to God for this! Noticing the faint grimace on Julien's face and realizing that if she didn't control the situation well, Harrison might start suspecting something, Helena immediately adopted a serious tone and said, "Sir, don't be too surprised. Remember, in Matthew 7:7: 'Ask, and it shall be given to you; seek, and you shall find; knock, and it shall be opened unto you.' This is the grace God gives to His believers!" She continued, "Even during the most difficult times in my life, I persisted in praying to God every day, and I used this scripture to encourage myself, reminding myself that God will never abandon me!"

While doing the laundry, Marie’s thoughts were back on the conversation made by Mrs. Grace Reyes. With the bible in hand, Grace asked her, “Are you familiar with John 3:16?” “Yeah!” “But do you understand what that verse is all about?” “It says that God loved the world that He gave Jesus Christ, His only son and we will not be in condemnation but have eternal life.”

I stammered. “Praise the Lord,” he shouted again, with a small smile appearing on his face. “Hallelujah,” they chorused again. “Brethren, this is the final stage for his prosper and victory tonight. In the book of Ephesians 6:12, we are told that we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places…amen.” “Amen,” the people below chanted in unison.

A knock pulled him from his daze. Before he could respond, the door creaked open, and in walked John, Christian’s right-hand man and one of the few people who had remained steadfast through the storm. He wore a gray shirt tucked into tailored slacks, but his eyes held the fatigue of a man who’d seen too much in recent months. "Well, well," John said with a grin that couldn’t hide the strain behind it. "The king is finally back in his castle." Christian managed a slight smile. "Feels more like a graveyard than a kingdom."