Behind
tall towers and industrial plants, the sun began to sink. The sky was painted
in livid colors of pink and violet hidden behind gray clouds. Evelyn held a
book called the scriptures in her hands. She had found the title while numbly
opening the first couple pages. After the fear had left and the rage had
settled, curiosity was her vice. Her mind became tormented in the thought of
never knowing, never understanding why something wanted her to know the name Yeshua,
the now forbidden name of the long foretold savior of this book’s story.
Half
an hour had passed and the book lay closed. It sat neatly without a page
disturbed on top of the coffee table. A fan whirled in the corner of the room,
producing a smooth serene back noise. Evelyn sipped at a warm mug of bitter tea
because she had run out of sweetener and any money to buy more. As she stared into
the clear vase of a dried up and blackened rose, her mind pondered the things
she had just read.
Of
four things Evelyn was certain. One, there was a reason masses of people
destroyed the Bible. Two, the basis on which her innermost thoughts grew was a
lie. Three, there was a God. Four, His judgment upon the world was closer than
the air they breathed.
