Pulp Fiction Bible Verse Quote Novels & Stories

“I want you all to listen to Pastor John now as he leads us in scripture and prayer at this time in history. This is a momentous occasion that should be remembered and cherished. Pastor John, the stage is yours.” The pastor stepped up, held up his bible and said, “Whoever sheds the blood of man, and by man shall his blood be shed, for God made man in his own image, Genesis 9:6. These evil people shed the blood of man, and now we will send them to God for their righteous punishment. Pray with me, moreover, you shall accept no ransom for the life of a murderer, who is guilty of death, but he shall be put to death.” Rancid shook his head in disgust. “I think he’s cherry picking scripture, I hat

' Dear Lord, I surrender my all to you now, at this moment, I have no right to decide for myself, you said in your word that the body is the temple where the Holy Spirit dwells in, Dad, you won't let your holy temple to be tainted right? Dad at this moment, let your will and not my will be done in my life, Plead my cause o Lord. ' I remember my favorite verse from the Bible. << I'll lift eyes unto the hills from whence cometh my help. My help comes from the Lord who made heaven and Earth. >> ' I love you Dad, I believe now that my case is settled. ' " Strip her naked, now! " The Prosecutor announced and soon I heard loud footsteps. It was a Giant looking man with a scar on his face.

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.

That's something to preach about. He flopped down onto the chair again, legs outstretched. ' My Kingdom is not of this world ,' he said, a strange giggle bursting from his mouth. 'Oh, that's Jesus, I'm quoting there, just in case you weren't sure. You don't seem like a girl who's well-versed in scripture, if you don't mind me saying. Not that I can blame you, to be honest. That's all a load of shit too. Comes in handy though. There's all sorts of gems in there I can use; the my Kingdom one being particularly apt in this situation.' 'Which means what exactly?'

Then she gobbled the religious rod back up. I looked into the Pastor's contorted face. Sweat rolled off his skinny face onto his crisp black shirt. "What does the bible say about having the hot neighbor slut suck his dick?" I said with a smirk. "Oh my God!" His healing hands were on the back of her head. "Uh...uh...thou shalt not...mmmm...covet thy neighbor's wife! Thou shalt not...mmmmm, commit aaaaadultery! Oh my God! P-p-please forgive me!" he cried out while his balls bounced off of my mother's chin.

She muttered, “That adamant Jewish man was killed by his clans for disrupting into their peace, and that’s ought to be our action to all these men we see on those platforms who want to enforce their laws and religion on the people who look up to them” Ken shook his head, completely shattered at her mindset ... “For the preaching of the cross is to them that perish ...” he tried to quote a scripture but she interrupted. “To them that perish foolishness; but unto us who are saved it is the power of God ... Chapter One of First Corinthians verse eighteen” she completed the verse for him. Ken was surprised, stepping on the brakes hardly as he stared at her in shock ... “How did you know that?” h

Inside lay a single silver bullet, a scrap of burned leather that smelled like dog, and a note beneath it, neat and cold. SAINTS DIE FIRST. QUEENS KNEEL LAST. CHOOSE FASTER.

Pallor stared at it cross-eyed. “Um. Back, demon horse thing.” I waved the Bible around, then misted the air with holy water. Pallor licked his lips, eying the flapping pages. I sighed. “You'd think the Vatican could issue how-tos on exorcisms.” My fears of being trampled eased when Pallor began to plead. He kissed his lips, begging. “What?” I asked. He stared at the Bible. I knitted my brows.

I will hold you up with my victorious right hand. " Though it looks like we are abandoned... Like orphans... Yet I believe he's with us. " " He never fails and he won't start now. His words are true and so can be trusted. " " Recall... John 1:1 says, " In the beginning was the word, the word was with God and the word was God... And the same word came in form of flesh to live and die. " So Jesus is the word. And that's why, the Bible isn't just any book... It's God's words being spoken to us... So yeah... Let's believe it. Let's find comfort in it. As it's true. His words says, the word of God is sharper than any two edged sword... "

Oh shoot. It didn't matter how stoned I was, there was one thing I had to do before I met up with sleep. Reaching over to the nightstand, I retrieved my old, tattered bible and opened to where it was bookmarked. With the weight of sleep anchoring down my lids, the words on the page blurred, but I strained nonetheless and repeated the highlighted words of Proverbs; words I'd been reading every night for the past six years: Oh God, I beg two favors from you; let me have them before I die.