Proof The Bible Is True

On the drive home from a fishing trip with his best friend, a teenage boy is protected by a guardian angel.

 

Church on Sunday couldn’t compete with a pond full of crappie. That’s where my best friend, Johnathon, and I were headed if the minister ever finished his sermon.

 

“Take a good look around you,” he went on. “Think the people you see are the only ones in this church today? Think again. There are angels in our midst, watching over us, waiting to perform one of God’s miracles in our lives.”

 

Johnathon gave me a smirk. I knew what he was thinking. “There’s no miracles happening in Ozark, Arkansas, as far as I can see,” I whispered. Mom poked me in the ribs. “Hush!” she said. I turned back to the minister and tried my best to concentrate on the rest of the service.

 

Finally! Crappie, here we come! I was up out of my seat in a flash, dragging Mom to the car. “I’ll grab my gear,” I told Johnathon. “Pick me up ASAP.” He shot me a thumbs-up.

 

I raced upstairs at home and threw on my shorts. In no time Johnathon’s Crown Victoria pulled up outside and honked.

 

“Be careful!” Mom called after me. I charged out the door with my tackle box and pole. “I don’t want you coming home with a hook in your ear.”

 

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