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Authors: Kimberley Comeaux
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as his whole body shook. North wished he could see the humor of the whole situation. He could use a good laugh.
Leaving the stil -laughing servant in the kitchen, North dragged his feet into his bedroom and took the Bible from his night table. He opened the book at random, praying for divine intervention, and landed in the book of Exodus. He read the story about how Moses led the children of Israel out of Egypt and how their disobedience kept them in the desert, which should have taken them a short time to go through, for forty years.
He sat there for a moment and thought about how that story could be used in a sermon, but then he had a horrible thought. What if he had done some incredibly bad thing or had been disobedient to God before he came to America? Perhaps God was punishing him for this.
Perhaps he would be stuck in a wilderness of forgetfulness for forty years like the children of Israel!
Looking back down at the faded pages of the Bible, North quickly flipped the pages away from that particular book. He decided it would be best to look for something else.
He looked through several passages, and none seemed to be right for his first sermon until he found the book of Job. Here was a man who had lost everything but stil would not blame God for any of his misfortunes. And in time, God restored him above and beyond his former glory because Job stayed faithful to God.
North rubbed his chin as he thought about how Job's life was similar to his own.
Everything had been stripped from him, so if he continued to keep his faith in God, perhaps He would restore to North what he had lost.
He determined he would build his sermon around the story of Job. North felt that since he was so affected by the story he would have the passion to convey the lesson to others.
Encouraged that he had a theme for his message, he took several sheets of paper from his trunk and went to the kitchen with pen and ink in hand.
"You look pleased with yourself," Pierre observed. "I wil assume it is because you have found a theme for your sermon?"
"Yes, you may assume," North said with a relieved smile. "I am speaking about the life of Job and how we should keep our faith in God when things go wrong in our lives."
Pierre looked impressed. ' An excel ent topic. How wil you begin?"
North thought a moment. "I wil open by reading the scriptures." He opened his bottle of ink, situated his papers just so, and dipped the tip of the pen into the bottle.
' And then?"
North looked up as Pierre sat across from him. He had on the same suit as yesterday, and North couldn't help but notice his own servant dressed better than he did.
"Then.. .I wil put the story into my own words-explain it, if you wil ."
He began to write down the scripture reference in his bold, yet expertly done, script. ' Ah..." Pierre sounded thoughtful. ' And where shal you go from there?"
North smudged his paper when his hand jerked at Pierre's words. "I should have more?" Suddenly the process seemed complicated again.
"Oui, monsieur. What you've described wil take less than seven to ten minutes. It wil need to be a great deal longer than that."
North looked fromthe near-empty paper to Pierre with dismay radiating from every pore of his being. "I don't suppose you could ... "
Pierre made a tsk-ing sound. "I write very poorly, monsieur. And besides, if I do it for you, it would not be from your heart but mine." North sighed and ran a hand through his wavy blond hair. "Yes, I suppose you're right," he conceded, although he wished he knew what to do.
Helen suddenly came to mind, and he wondered if she could help him. Of course she had been to church before, so perhaps she could give him an idea of what to do. And besides, she was the only person who would understand why he didn't know what to do.
He quickly gathered his papers and put the top back on his ink. "May I borrow your barouche, Pierre?"
Pierre seemed taken aback by his sudden change. "Of course, but why?"
"Because
Leaving the stil -laughing servant in the kitchen, North dragged his feet into his bedroom and took the Bible from his night table. He opened the book at random, praying for divine intervention, and landed in the book of Exodus. He read the story about how Moses led the children of Israel out of Egypt and how their disobedience kept them in the desert, which should have taken them a short time to go through, for forty years.
He sat there for a moment and thought about how that story could be used in a sermon, but then he had a horrible thought. What if he had done some incredibly bad thing or had been disobedient to God before he came to America? Perhaps God was punishing him for this.
Perhaps he would be stuck in a wilderness of forgetfulness for forty years like the children of Israel!
Looking back down at the faded pages of the Bible, North quickly flipped the pages away from that particular book. He decided it would be best to look for something else.
He looked through several passages, and none seemed to be right for his first sermon until he found the book of Job. Here was a man who had lost everything but stil would not blame God for any of his misfortunes. And in time, God restored him above and beyond his former glory because Job stayed faithful to God.
North rubbed his chin as he thought about how Job's life was similar to his own.
Everything had been stripped from him, so if he continued to keep his faith in God, perhaps He would restore to North what he had lost.
He determined he would build his sermon around the story of Job. North felt that since he was so affected by the story he would have the passion to convey the lesson to others.
Encouraged that he had a theme for his message, he took several sheets of paper from his trunk and went to the kitchen with pen and ink in hand.
"You look pleased with yourself," Pierre observed. "I wil assume it is because you have found a theme for your sermon?"
"Yes, you may assume," North said with a relieved smile. "I am speaking about the life of Job and how we should keep our faith in God when things go wrong in our lives."
Pierre looked impressed. ' An excel ent topic. How wil you begin?"
North thought a moment. "I wil open by reading the scriptures." He opened his bottle of ink, situated his papers just so, and dipped the tip of the pen into the bottle.
' And then?"
North looked up as Pierre sat across from him. He had on the same suit as yesterday, and North couldn't help but notice his own servant dressed better than he did.
"Then.. .I wil put the story into my own words-explain it, if you wil ."
He began to write down the scripture reference in his bold, yet expertly done, script. ' Ah..." Pierre sounded thoughtful. ' And where shal you go from there?"
North smudged his paper when his hand jerked at Pierre's words. "I should have more?" Suddenly the process seemed complicated again.
"Oui, monsieur. What you've described wil take less than seven to ten minutes. It wil need to be a great deal longer than that."
North looked fromthe near-empty paper to Pierre with dismay radiating from every pore of his being. "I don't suppose you could ... "
Pierre made a tsk-ing sound. "I write very poorly, monsieur. And besides, if I do it for you, it would not be from your heart but mine." North sighed and ran a hand through his wavy blond hair. "Yes, I suppose you're right," he conceded, although he wished he knew what to do.
Helen suddenly came to mind, and he wondered if she could help him. Of course she had been to church before, so perhaps she could give him an idea of what to do. And besides, she was the only person who would understand why he didn't know what to do.
He quickly gathered his papers and put the top back on his ink. "May I borrow your barouche, Pierre?"
Pierre seemed taken aback by his sudden change. "Of course, but why?"
"Because
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