The Holy Bible Book Of John Novels & Stories

His expression suggested he was quickly losing the will to live and most definitely regretting the lesson plan. "You don't have to look so sad." Damien shrugged, seeing the teacher’s dire expression. "It's just a lame theory I came up with off the top of my head." Mr Porter's lips twitched into a smile. "John 1:14: The Word became flesh and made his dwelling among us," Mr Porter uttered. "Have you read the bible?" Damien grinned. "Only the good bits." This statement made Mr Porter laugh. "It's all good." "All the time," Damien added quietly.

“Remember? The Alpha said they have no influence over the points.” I turned to John, who was absorbed in a massive book balanced on his lap. “Where did you get that?” “The library,” he replied, closing it momentarily. “The Secret Life of the Thirteen Pack: True Testimony from a Living Witness by Elder Adam.” Jess raised an eyebrow. “I see you’re buying into the very trash you used to dismiss.” “I believe him now,” John said earnestly, tapping a page. “He’s telling the truth about the Thirteen Pack.”

I nodded once and said lightly, “That was all I wanted to know.” Then I sat back down. The whispers followed me. “Who is he?” “Disgusting.” “He must be one of them.” Baron tried to continue, but his voice cracked. His hands trembled as he turned the pages of his Bible. “Let us read from John chapter eight,” he said, his tone forced. “Verses ten and eleven.” He hesitated, swallowed, and continued. “‘When Jesus had lifted up himself, and saw none but the woman, he said unto her, Woman, where are those thine accusers? Hath no man condemned thee?’”

The world spun around me, a chaotic blur of flesh and sin. And then there was Sister Barbara. The very knees she used to teach me to pray, to submit my whole being to the Lord, were now stained with the grime of depravity. She was a hurricane of motion, her body a slave to the desires of the men surrounding her. The image of her, my spiritual guide, lost in a whirlwind of carnal debauchery, shattered the last remnants of my faith.

Not enough sex and violence to get a book deal. Even Christianity has the Father, Son and Holy Ghost. Although I’ve always felt the Holy Ghost didn’t get much of a look in. You’d think he’d at least get his own book in the New Testament. The Adventures of the Holy Ghost. I’d read it. Would prefer it as a graphic novel where he solves crimes, obviously. “We are all one. Including the one you call Joshaya.” “Then why did you leave him out there?” I felt I was finally getting to some answers.

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

Unfortunately,today was not one of those days. “I'm talking to you, Orphan,” John continued, stepping closer. He collected the book from her hands and examined the back cover. “What's this? Another story about knights and princesses? Do you dream or imagine being rescued, Anna?No one's coming for you”.

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?

But at the front door, he said something, words leaving his tongue laboriously. "The Bible," he whimpered to me. Immediately, I ran back into his office, rummaging through the mess. It was in the most obvious place I didn't think to look in - on the last standing bookshelf, as the last standing book - the Hebrew Bible. And the irony was piercing - Abraham looked through every book that Ben owned except for the holy book itself. A book that would most like burn Abraham or his minion's hands if he were to touch it. Purposefully ignored, this sacred book had the parchments tucked throughout the pages of the 18th chapter of "2 Kings." My hands graced the leather cover, gliding over the "Holy Bib

His hands fall over my thighs, sliding to and fro, while I pull up the book we are about to study. “Sit up” I request, as I turn off its cover, flipping through pages. We’ve been on this book for a while now, and I must say he’s pretty learning a lot. He asks questions and tries to know stuff, needing explanations. I'd call him a good student, except when he gets all fuzzy and annoying sometimes. “John chapter three verses sixteen to eighteen” I announce, while slamming the bible against his thighs “read it” I demand, holding it until he takes hold of it.