Biblia Reina: Valera 1960 Amen Amen

The old man’s name was Héctor, and every night at exactly nine o’clock, the leather-bound book came out. It sat on the same worn spot of the oak table, its spine cracked like dry riverbed earth, the gold lettering faded to a dull bronze:

“Amén. Amén.”

Luna sat on the floor at his feet, hugging her knees. She didn't say a word. She just listened. The thunder roared. The rain lashed. But Héctor’s voice was a stone wall. biblia reina valera 1960 amen amen

“Abuelo,” she said one evening, not looking up. “You read the same verses every week. Psalm 23, Proverbs 3, John 14. Don’t you get bored?”

“Jehová es mi pastor; nada me faltará…” (Psalm 23:1, RV1960) The old man’s name was Héctor, and every

She crept down the hall, clutching the wall. The only light came from a single candle on the oak table, its flame dancing wild. And there was Héctor, still in his chair, the Bible open, reading aloud into the howl of the wind.

Héctor smiled, the candlelight igniting the tears in his eyes. She didn't say a word

“No se turbe vuestro corazón; creéis en Dios, creed también en mí. En la casa de mi Padre muchas moradas hay…”