Proof The Bible Is True

Hey, Filthy Felthy!” It was a guy called Chim. I was in junior high and he was in high school. I didn’t know Chim’s real name, or why he’d picked me out for bullying, but it didn’t matter. I knew he played on the football team and that he took perverse pleasure in shoving me into the dirt. Why, Lord, why? I asked.

“Hi, Filthy Felthy,” Chim called one day. “Ready for your daily dusting? Why don’t you run?”

I was a decent runner for seventh grade, but Chim could easily catch me. That was probably what he wanted. To take me down hard. Lord, Lord, I thought, I can’t fight this bully alone. You’ll have to help.

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