Proof The Bible Is True

I was leaving work when my phone rang.

 

“Hello?” I answered.

 

“Hey, Dusty,” said a voice. “It’s Martha.” Martha? She was an old work acquaintance, someone I hadn’t spoken to in years. “I know this is random,” she said, “but I believe I found a Bible that belongs to your family in a secondhand shop.”

 

I froze. It couldn’t be? Could it…?

 

“What does it look like?”

 

“It’s bound in green leather,” said Martha. “There’s a family tree on the inside, and your name is written on it! The pages are also a little singed—”

 

“That’s it! That’s my mom’s Bible!” I said, my hands shaking.

 

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