It was an ordinary day at Roland’s house. Anna would fix his breakfast and fluff his chair. After his coffee, she would assist him to the mailbox. But first, she’d watch as he stuffed his pockets full of Bible promises. Some he had hand written, and some were typed. Each morning, he pulled a handful out of a large mason jar and dropped them into a ceramic dish. Roland’s eyesight wasn’t what it used to be, so Anna read most of them to him. When he wanted the promise for his pocket collection, he’d hold out his hand and she’d give it to him.
“Okay, Mr. Roland,” Anna said, “are you ready for your walk?”
Roland nodded and the walk began.
As Roland leaned on his cane, he reached into his pocket. “Here,” he said, handing a paper to his caretaker, “read this one….”
“Let’s wait ‘till we get you inside,” Anna said.
Roland’s eyes welled with tears.
“There, there, now,” Anna said, dabbing his face, “I’ll read you your Bible verse, but take my arm okay?” She steadied him and read, “Whosoever shall call on the name of the Lord shall be saved.”
“Acts 2:21. King James Version. 1942.”
Whosoever shall call on the name of the Lord shall be saved. Acts 2:21 KJV
“I understand the first part, but what does the date have to do with the Bible verse? Oh wait. This one is hand-written. I’m guessing there’s a story that goes with it. Let’s get you inside.”
Roland told Anna about his salvation experience. In 1942, he had turned his life over to the Lord while serving in the Armed Forces in World War II. For eight years, until he came home, he had written Bible verses while in the barracks. He’d slip a verse or two into the pockets of his uniform. When danger loomed, he’d touch his pocket and recharge by remembering the verse. He didn’t know what the outcome of the war would be, but he knew his salvation was secured as was his eternal soul.
“Anna, my darling,” Roland said, “those verses gave me courage. And then, when I finally came home and married my sweetheart, we wrote Bible promises together.”
Anna slipped a picture into Roland’s hands of his wedding day. “Ellie, my love,” Roland said, “I’ve kept my pockets full of promises just like I told you I would when you were going to be with our Jesus.”
Anna dabbed Roland’s tears, but couldn’t keep up with the flow coming from his eyes.
“Ellie sees Jesus face-to-face just like you told me. Remember? Read me the promise you showed me yesterday…” Anna fumbled, searching, but couldn’t find the verse. Finally, she slipped a blank note card into Roland’s outstretched hand.
“For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as I also am known. And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity. Follow after charity…” Did I read it right Miss Anna?
For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as I also am known. And now abideth faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these is charity. Follow after charity…
1 Corinthians 13:12-14:1a KJV
“Yes sir,” Anna said, not wanting to reveal she had handed Roland blank paper.
“That’s 1 Corinthians 13:12-14:1a, King James.”
Roland looked up.
“What are you thinking about now?” Anna said.
“Sometimes,” Roland said, “When you’re reading me my promises, it’s like I can see Jesus’ face, and Ellie’s right beside Him.”
“Well then, let’s read some more.” Anna reached for the ceramic dish. As she read, Roland filled his pockets once again. Jesus illuminated this pocket full of memories as two friends cherished His Word.
Lord Jesus, make Your promises real to me, as I become a follower of Your Word.
Pocket Full of Promises is a fictional story.
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