How One Bible Study Changed Me (names are changed) I never thought that going to my church group’s Bible study would do anything huge for me, even though the topic was intriguing. It was about convictions and that was something I really wanted to learn about. At that point in my life, I was going through a crush on a boy I have code-named “Mr. Brown”, otherwise known as Renaudin. But, that night, he was nearly replaced by another. One of my best friends, Zeta, was there with her brother, Asher. My mom dropped me and my brother, Adrien, off and I immediately started socializing with Zeta while Adrien hung out with Asher and their friend, Tyon. In a major breakthrough, Adrien actually let me use his phone as a Bible! However, that was short-lived …show more content…
It was also about relationships. As soon as the Bible study was over, Adrien, Tyon, and Asher went upstairs. The rest of us were still having a snack in the basement of our elder’s house. Zeta and I had shared all of our “news” and I was ready to go. I do not have a phone so I needed Adrien to call Mom to pick us up. I said goodbye to Zeta and went upstairs to look for him. Right at that moment, Tyon and Asher came down and I asked them where Adrien was. They were wanting to talk to their friends so they said “upstairs”. Up I went, but he was not there. I peaked into the kitchen, the dining room, and the living room. It was not my house and I did not want to snoop around so I decided that he was not …show more content…
Brown (Renaudin). Amazed at their, and my, openness as we shared our thoughts and experiences, I said, “Yesterday, I didn’t think you guys even cared about me.” Asher replied truthfully, “We care about what happens to you,” while Tyon nodded in agreement. “I never would have dreamed that this would be happening.” It was true. It was neither a good nor a bad dream, but it was surreal nonetheless. The so-called “dream” turned to a wonderful reality when Asher inquired, “Do you need a hug?” Unsure if he was asking a simple, problem-solving question (as most men do) or inviting me to be comforted, I hesitated. He held out his arms. I nodded and, sobbing, rushed into his embrace. He rubbed his hand on my back, but only in the affection of friends, not in inappropriate touch. At that moment I knew that he cared. I could only imagine what was going through Tyon’s mind as he watched the scene unfold. When I stepped away, neither I nor Asher showed any signs of discomfort. Together we decided to talk to the elder about it, as he was conveniently downstairs. In a side room, we discussed the matter. By that time, I was composed enough to use Asher’s phone to call my