A kid and his Bible.

One of the moments of high school that I will never forget was during sophomore year when I got on the bus and I saw a guy reading his Bible. When I first glanced his way, I had to clear my eyes and make sure I was seeing okay. It was black leather, thick with medium-sized words and numbers, without a doubt the Word of God. I recall seeing the name of the book that gave it away but I can’t seem to remember the actual name anymore. No, I didn’t know this guy and I didn’t talk to him that day. I just simply stared at him the whole ride from the seat directly behind the one across from him. I guess, I was taken aback by it so much because I’ve never seen that before. His simple action stirred something inside of me. I mean, when was the last time I read my Bible on the bus? or any public place other than church? Why wasn’t my Bible in my backpack like his? Why didn’t I read my Bible every spare moment I could?  I’ve forgotten how powerful the actions of a stranger could be. Today, I regret not saying hello or even saying a small encouragement and thank you. That year my ride to school took two buses. One from my neighborhood to my neighborhood school then a shuttle bus to my high school. This happened on the neighborhood bus that I rarely rode. Talk about divine intervention. Anyways, I never saw him again but what He did early that morning changed my life forever. So thank you, guy on the bus who read his Bible.