by Lisha Hunnicutt
“Jack left,” wept Alison. “He wants a divorce. What am I
going to do?”
“I don’t know, but I know someone who does,” said Kate
slipping a Pocket Testament into Alison’s hands. “This book has answers.”
Late at night, Alison opened the book. In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word
was God. She continued on. In him was life, and the life was the light
of men. “Life,” she thought. “Mine’s going nowhere.” Into the night she
read, weeping as the words of Jesus pierced her heart. “Such love,” she thought as her knees hit the carpet. “Jesus,” she
wept. “Please forgive me. My life and marriage is in shambles. I give it all to
you.”
Two weeks later, Alison and Jack sat across from each other
working out the finer points of their divorce. “Something’s different about you,”
said Jack. “I can’t put my finger on it. You seem so, joyful. Have you met
someone?”
“Yes I have” she smiled. She reached into her purse, pulling out a
slightly worn Pocket Testament. “Here,” she said, “You can read about him.” Jack
looked at her quizzically, slipping the book into his brief case.
Saturday, while Sawyer ran around the playground, Jack began
to read. “In the beginning was the word…”
He read more after tucking Sawyer into bed and again after dropping him off
at Alison’s on Sunday. Monday night, he lay on the sofa thinking about his
life. “God, help me know if you’re real. Alison has changed. I want what she
has.” A peace like none he’d ever felt filled his soul.
A year later, Alison and Jack renewed their vows. Morgan
pulled Jack aside. “Wow man! I never thought I’d see this! How did you win her
back?”
“You really want to know?” asked Jack.
“Yeah, I really want to know.”
“Here,” said Jack. “Read this.” He slipped a well-worn
Pocket Testament into Morgan’s hand.
A couple days later, Morgan suffered from another hangover.
“Man, I feel like I’ve been hit by a Mac truck.” The book that Jack gave him
sat on the coffee table. He picked it up. “In
the beginning was the word…” It took a few days, but Morgan read the entire
book, pondering its message. He knelt by the couch, “Jesus,” he prayed. “I’m
not big on words, but I need something.”
A few weeks later, Morgan ran into an old friend. “Yo dude!
Where you been? The guys at The Hound have been asking about you.”
Morgan answered. “Let’s just say I have better things to
do.”
“Like what?”
“Here, read this,” said Morgan handing his friend a PocketTestament held together by duct tape.
“This will tell you all you need to know.”
