Chapter 41

                                    

                                          
Cole flicked through the channels on his T.V, he never actually watched any show but this time he needed something to take his mind off the pained look on Emma's face that helplessly crushed him. 
He finally got tired of changing the channels and switched it off, letting out a sigh of frustration and raking his hair with his fingers. 
He wanted to know what happened, he wanted to go over there and see if she was okay, but he restrained himself. 
He had already told her that if she needed help, people were always there for her, he was always there for her, and all she had to do was open up and voice out her issues rather than die in silent pain. 
Cole stood up and walked over to the desk by the side of his parlor. He sat down and opened the pink book in front of him and continued his reading, that's when it clicked to him. 
Even if Emma asks for help, what am I supposed to say? 
Cole mentally face-palmed himself, what could he say? It wasn't like he didn't go through troubles alone himself, and on the other hand, he wasn't even Christian, he didn't know any verses or religious encouragements. He only knew a few scriptures from the Bible and that was only because he started reading it some months ago when Emma had given him. 
So even if she was to meet him for help, what would he say? It was like giving himself advice that he didn't even know.
He didn't know if he believed in what the book said was true or not. Something that he couldn't identify kept on drawing him towards it, pushing him to believe, but he didn't want the daily stress of having to cautiously try and go according to something in a mere book. 
He let out a sigh and randomly flipped through the pages, not really caring on wherever it landed. He finally stopped at a page where almost all the words had been highlighted and under it Emma had written; 
Present Weakness and Resurrection. He glanced up at the Chapter; 2nd Corinthians Chapter 4, and began to read;
Therefore, since through God's mercy we have this ministry, we do not lose heart. Rather, we have renounced secret and shameful ways; we do not use deception, nor do we distort the word of God. On the contrary, by setting forth the truth plainly we commend ourselves to everyone's conscience in the sight of God. 
And even if our gospel is veiled, it is veiled to those who are perishing. The god of this age has blinded the minds of unbelievers, so that they cannot see the light of the gospel that displays the glory of Christ, who is the image of God. 
For what we preach is not ourselves, but Jesus Christ as Lord, and ourselves as your servants for Jesus' sake. For God, who said, "Let light shine out of darkness," made his light shine in our hearts to give us the light of the knowledge of God's glory displayed in the face of Christ.
But we have this treasure in jars of clay to show that this all-surpassing power is from God and not from us. We are hard-pressed on every side, but not crushed; perplexed, but not in despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed. 
We always carry around in our body the death of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be revealed in our body. For we who are alive are always being given over to death for Jesus' sake, so that his life may also be revealed in our mortal body. So then, death is at work in us, but life is at work in you.
It is written: "I believed; therefore I have spoken." Since we have that same spirit of faith, we also believe and therefore speak, because we know that the one who raised the Lord Jesus from the dead will also raise us with Jesus and present us with you to himself. 
All this is for your benefit, so that the grace that is reaching more and more people may cause thanksgiving to overflow to the glory of God. Therefore we do not lose heart. Though outwardly we are wasting away, yet inwardly we are being renewed day by day. 
For our light and momentary troubles are achieving for us an eternal glory that far outweighs them all. So we fix our eyes not on what is seen, but on what is unseen, since what is seen is temporary, but what is unseen is eternal.
Cole paused and took it all in. The words were written in such detail but yet seemed to hold a secret that could only be seen by a trained eye. They were riddled, yet held so much confidence and coded truth in every syllable and one could almost taste the meaning behind each sentence without fully understanding what they meant. 
He had a deep passion for books and could almost decipher the level of a novel just by the smell of their pages. He knew each author had a unique sense of writing that always drew the reader in, but this particular one captivated him. 
He wouldn't say that the person who wrote it is the best author in the world, yet he couldn't think of an argument against someone who said otherwise. 
He had read most of the parts in the Bible, but he had not come upon this part, he could tell that the authors of each book had a story to tell in-between the lines, but he felt a pull towards this particular one and he had to find out who wrote it. 
He flipped open his laptop and switched it on, searching for the answer to the question that seemed to scratch down his throat "Paul." 
He had read about him, how Paul had made it his life goal to persecute Christians, and on his way to another land to find more Christians, he was met by a bright light and the voice of God, he soon after repented and his name changed from Saul to Paul. 
Cole scrolled down reading about the other books he had written and the important row he played. He didn't know why he was so interested in the first place, he just wanted to know more. 
And at that point in time, he believed. He didn't quite believe everything, in fact, he didn't even know what he believed, but he believed in a small part and faith as small as a mustard seed can move mountains. 
His reading was interrupted as he heard a small knock on his door. His eyes furrowed in confusion and annoyance as he looked at the direction of the door wondering if his mind was playing tricks on him. 
This better not be Derrick coming to talk trash. Cole sighed and forced himself to get up and walk towards the door, his whole body freezing as he took in the sight of the person in front of him. 
"Emma"
A/N
I'm so sorry for the delay. I had another terrible writer's block and I think it's cause I'm just too lazy sometimes.👀
 I'd really love to hear your thoughts on the book so don't be scared to comment😅 
Thankyou once more for reading!!! Love you to bits!!! Stay blessed😘😘😘
-Wonderer