And the Shofar Blew
Chapter One
1987
Samuel Mason sat parked in his white DeSoto
across the street from Centerville Christian
Church. The old place was like him; it had
seen better days. Half a dozen shingles were still missing from the steeple,
blown off in the windstorm of '84. The paint was chipped, revealing aging
gray clapboards. One of the high, arched windows was cracked. The lawn
was dying, the roses overgrown, and the birch tree in the courtyard between
the church, fellowship hall, and small parsonage had some kind of beetle
killing it.
If a decision wasn't made soon, Samuel was afraid he would live long
enough to see a For Sale sign posted on the church property and a Realtor's
lockbox on the front door. Reaching over, he picked up the worn black
leather Bible lying on the passenger seat. I'm trying to keep the faith,
Lord.
I'm trying to trust.
"Samuel!" Hollis Sawyer limped along the sidewalk of First Street. They
met at the front steps. Hollis gripped the rusted iron railing with his left
hand, planted his cane, and hitched h ... read full excerpt from: And the Shofar Blew ebook
