Opening Bible Novels & Stories

She was desperate for help, and she silently prayed for a miracle. She felt weak. She went to the pews and sat a few rows from the front. As she did, she looked up and noticed an open Bible. It was a thick book, and the header read: The New Testament, The Book of Luke. She scanned the pages, looking for a sign, wondering if her prayer had been answered. She read: “I grant you power and authority over every demon, power and authority over every disease.” Her heart raced. Was it a message?

"The CRS questions comprise just twenty questions which means ten each for the two competitors. Once you are sure of your answer. Press the button in front of you and speak into the microphone. You know what to do. Ready?" I wasn't sitting anymore. I will look weak to everyone if I sat down. I stared into space as I awaited my question. It was Loretta who would be going first. "What is the second book of the old testament?" Wait, that's simple enough. It's the book of Exodus. Jeez. That's simple enough. "The book of Deuteronomy." She proudly said. Fuck. It is the book of Exodus. "Wrong. Bonus to the next person."

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. “

Not the gentle, contemplative kind but the kind where spirit and soul wrestle beneath the weight of divine interruption. “God, what is this?” he cried. “Why me? Why now?” No voice answered audibly this time. But a scripture formed clearly in his mind: “Then the Lord put forth His hand, and touched my mouth. And the Lord said unto me, ‘Behold, I have put my words in your mouth.’” Jeremiah 1:9 James opened his grandmother’s Bible again. That verse was already underlined not by him. His phone buzzed. A message from an unknown number.

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.

He gently opened the heavily embossed cover and set aside a bookmark. He read from the fifteenth chapter of Paul’s first letter to the Corinthians. And the last verse he spoke without

"Don't forget to pack your stuffs properly. We will ask Osinala when we get to Umuise tomorrow to ask some men to help you carry your luggages. Good night James." "Good night Paul," James said. He got up and went to the room Paul Okeke had prepared for him. His clothes, bible and some books were scattered around. He arranged the bamboo bed properly and closed the window gently then he grabbed his bible. It was king James Version, the holy book first published in 1611 under the auspices of a great king of England, King James the first. The book was dark and had the Holy Bible written on the top of it. He opened it and stopped, then he flicked through the pages using the palm oil lamp that was

Ozgur's words stopped, because now the bible had opened by itself. Then without being touched, the Bible scrolls through its pages. In the end, stopping to the old testament page. "Don't tell me the Bible tells us to guess the passage?" Zeus tried to calm down, but there was still panic there. Zeus was panicking, because this was a real nightmare. "You think this is Jumanji." Ozgur exclaimed. "In the Deuterocanonica (Roman Catholic canonical book) there are thousands of verses. How could we possibly guess?"