A BURNING IN HOMELAND
A Novel
Prologue
I opened to my beloved; but my beloved had withdrawn himself, and was gone:
my soul failed when he spake: I sought him, but I could not find him; I called
him, but he gave me no answer.
- THE SONG OF SOLOMON
At the end of our dirt road, on the top of a green hill, beside a live-oak tree
draped with Spanish moss, there was a little white church, and beside that
little white church was a little white house, where the pastor lived. His name
was Ned Jeffries, but everybody called him Pastor. He was a small man, and thin,
with dark hair and squinty eyes. He wasn't a very friendly man, and some people
said he was too sour, even for a Baptist preacher. Momma didn't like him much;
she said he was too cold, that he didn't like people. But Daddy said it wasn't
that Pastor didn't like people, he just liked God more. "That's terrible," Momma
said. "That's a terrible thing to say." Daddy said, "What I mean to say is, he
finds God more interesting." Momma said she never heard of such a thing. "Any
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