The Miraculous Bible
Sunlight drifting through one of the large church windows cast a terrible glare on the glass case at the altar. Robert climbed up on top of a radiator to look over the crowd. However, at that distance, the bible was no larger than a matchbox and he could discern no movement.
The things that commanded his senses were the immense glass case, the large iron fence that surrounded it, the swarm of people that pressed against the fence, the people that pressed against those at the fence and still more people creating the stench of a bathhouse. The noise of crying and prayers hung from the smoke of the incense.
If Robert had been able to get closer to the fence, he would have been able to see the bible twitching uncontrollably, and if he had somehow been able to climb into the glass case, he would have heard the bible's heavy, labored breathing.