In my post about Kevin,
I mentioned JC asked me to go to his burned out shack to look for the cat and his bible.
This is the story of “The Bible”
As long as I had know JC he had a bible that had been given to him by his father that he treasured. It was signed on the inside front page and his father had written a paragraph or two inside.
When JC’s place burned down he asked me to go look for it.
*Now I must explain JC’s place was small; no more than 10 ft across and maybe 20 ft long with maybe 15 ft being his main living area. He had a sofa on the right hand side when you walked through the front door and a wood desk to the left. In front to the right he had shelving with his stereo etc on it; directly in front of you when you walked in was a door going to out back where JC had built a lean to against the building. The lean to had a tarp for a roof, to the left he’d made a room with a tub in it and he heated water for the tub using an old wood burning stove and a system of pipes that fed cold water through the fire to heat it and into the tub. (He had made it for me when I lived there because I missed my bathes so badly). He used old wood pallets for the floor.
The other side of the lean to was his “shop” and all the things you would normally find in a shop like paint, propane, gas, and other excelerants.
He said he was heating water for a bath and some sparks set the pallets on fire. He had his back turned and heard crackling, turned around and the whole lean to was engulfed in flames. He ran around to the front door and tried to get his guitars and bible but was overcome with smoke.
When I arrived there police were gone it was the wee hours of the morning and I was glad Kevin was with me because it was very eerie. The cat came immediately which was a relief. I had a flashlight, kevin waited in the truck because it was so cold and windy.
The shack was a skeleton of charred beams, the roof was mostly gone. To the left the building was pretty well intact but the main living area looked gutted. I peered through the doorway and scanned the room with my flashlight. I thought “There is no way anything survived”. Everything was charred or soaking wet. There was still water dripping off the beams, even the couch against the far wall was charred. I saw JC’s guitar and it was melted, the stereo had gotten so hot it melted and black plastic dripped down the front of the shelves. I was sure JC’s bible was lost but scanned the room one more time. As the flashlight scanned the shelves something caught my eye and I brought the beam of light back for another look. There, on the shelf was the bible, I gingerly made my way to the shelves and tentatively picked up the bible.
It was perfectly ok, the shelf was charred all around it but under the bible the shelf was fine. I took it back out to the truck to inspect it further in the light of the trucks interior lights and it was damp but had a zipper outer cover that protected it, the inside was perfectly ok.
I truly felt I had just witnessed a miracle and couldn’t wait to get back to the hospital and tell JC. I left Kevin in the emergency waiting room and rushed in to tell JC.
I told him how I had found the bible and told him it was a sign. That God was showing him that he needed to change his life around; that the bible was all he needed in his life. He agreed and promised to change his life. When he got out of the hospital of course I took him home with me and we were back together again.
They tried to accuse JC of purposely setting the fire but his excuse was; if he had he wouldn’t leave his guitars and bible in the shack. In fact he did manage to get all but one of his guitars out before they were damaged.
He was released from the hospital the next day and went by himself to the shack. He said the police were still patrolling it (but like I said no one was there when I went) and left shortly after he got there. He said he left for a few hours and came back and there were people there going through all his tools and stealing them.
Anyway, I was so thrilled about the bible surviving I told every one who would listen. JC didn’t seem as impressed as I was.
He was living with me now in my basement suite and my landlord said he couldn’t park his truck in the driveway so he was parking it on the street. Then one morning he comes in and says his trucks been stolen. And guess what: the bible was in it. When they found the truck it had been totally stripped of thousands of dollars worth of equipment, a warn winch, Hiab, tools, the rims, there was nothing left of it and of course no bible.
JC was paid out for insurance on it. Many months later he runs into a guy who says he knows where all of JC’s stuff is, it’s in a field somewhere but as far as I know JC never got it and I suspect now that he had his own truck stolen and you’ll understand why in a minute.
Fast forward a year and JC decides to volunteer in Sudan Africa as a mechanic for a Farmer’s Coop. (Another story, a brief recap of Africa is he was accused of stealing money from the coop, was having sex with a young African woman 1/2 his age and the Christian charity he was volunteering for cut off his money and left him to rot in Sudan. He had the police looking for him plus the LRA and his mother called and begged the charity founder to please send him home before he got killed. So he did)
He comes back full of love and promises and tells me that he was so disgusted because the manager of one of the farmer had a son who was smoking drugs and had ripped pages out of *wait for it* the bible his dad gave him and using them to role joints.
I said how is that possible JC?, your bible was in your truck when it was stolen. He got a strange look on his face and said “No it was signed from my parents” I said, “I only know you told me it was in your truck.”
So now I think he staged the fire for sympathy, placed the bible there just before the fire department got there as proof he didn’t set it. He was out of work and I think looking to take advantage of the charity of others. He got back with me and I was paying the rent. He got all new clothes through the Salvation Army. He said his tools were stolen but he never seemed to have less tools.
I think he had his own truck stolen and either he sold the parts off of it or the guys he had steal it screwed him over for the parts.
I think he did take his bible to Africa, after that I don’t know what to believe. He told me he had Malaria and 6 months to live yet when he met this new woman TWO years later she asked him to get a physical (I gather because her husband died of cancer and to check for STD’s) and another miracle!! There was no sign of him having Malaria!! Praise the Lord!! *i am being sarcastic*
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