“Eve! Gerard! Get down here and bring your Bibles!” the man shouts from the bottom of the stairs.
My ears perk up, What is this?
The man reads several pages. Then the woman reads. Then the older children each read a verse. I sit with my feet planted on the carpet to keep the small rocker still. After Charles stumbles through a verse, I rock forward and ask, “May I read?”
“You may have a turn when you learn to read,” the woman says.
My bottom lifts itself a few inches out of the chair. “I can read.”
“No you can’t,” the man says. “Why does she sit there and lie…”
“But I can read!” I squeak.
The man flips through his book. He stabs a finger down on a page and says, “Read this.”
I move my face closer until the blur resolves into words: “Jesus wept.”
“Read the next verse,” he says.
“Then said the Jews, Behold how he loved him!”
The man and the woman look at each other. A huge grin breaks across my face.
The man talks for a long time. The other children sleep. The woman’s head nods. A loud snore sounds from the corner.
The man removes his leather slipper, throws it, “Wake up!”
“I’m awake!” Charles wails rubbing his arm.
“Watch therefore: for ye know not what hour your Lord doth come,” the man says.
He’s talking about You, I tell my Friend bouncing in my seat. I didn’t know there was a big book all about You.
The man asks, “Are there any questions?”
“What does Jesus wept mean?” I ask.
This is grand! I tell my Friend. My heart pounds. I hug myself. He knows You!
* Scripture for this post taken from the King James Version