Proof The Bible Is True

Wow, I thought, as a crack of thunder roared above my house. We hadn’t had a storm this bad in forever. The news reports said trees were down all over and there was flash flooding. Good thing I was safe and sound inside. I’d always felt protected at my address, No. 91, the same number as my favorite psalm.

 

Suddenly, I heard sirens. Looking out my window, I could see a fire truck, lights flashing, speeding up my street. Where’s the emergency? The truck slowed in front of my house, pulled to the curb and stopped. Three firemen jumped out and raced up my walk, holding their helmets on against a violent gust of wind.

 

I dashed to the front door and opened it. “Can I help you?” I asked.

 

“We received a 911 call for this address,” the lead fireman said, his gear dripping in the rain.

 

“A 911 call? I didn’t call anyone,” I said, mystified. “Are you sure you have the right address?”

 

The fireman turned to one of his crew. “What was the house number?” he asked.

 

“Ninety-one,” the other fireman said.

 

“There’s no fire here,” I insisted. “Check around the house if you’d like.”

 

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