Friday, February 27, 2015

Kerry's Calling

Another excerpt from Kerry's Calling - to be released in March!

Luke was silent a moment, sipping his drink, then he spoke with a thoughtful wrinkle between his brows. “I wouldn’t say that I prefer celibacy. I don’t know many people who do. It’s a sacrifice, like so many of the other sacrifices we both make to be here. Like being separated from our families, or catching malaria,” he smiled, “or having my truck break down every time I come into town and trying to repair it from my tool kit in the back. This time it was just a flat tire, but once I was stranded on the side of the mountain with an overheated engine for two hours before another vehicle came along and rescued me.”

The conversation moved on then to the trials of operating a motor vehicle in rugged mountainous terrain, but it was the first part of their exchange that Meg recalled off and on throughout the day, and in greater detail before she fell asleep that night. It was the first time they had spoken openly of the question that had recurred to her many times in her acquaintance with Brother Luke. What would make any man, and Luke in particular, take vows of celibacy? In his case at least, it didn’t appear to be an aversion to women. She admired his single-minded devotion to God, if that was his true motivation. She was devoted to God too, of course, but not in the same way— at least, not single-mindedly. Luke probably thought of her as a nun, a sort of Protestant nun, and he would be shocked if he guessed what unspiritual ideas sometimes crossed her mind. Did he guess? She hoped she had not given herself away in her remarks today.

Friday, February 6, 2015

Kerry's Calling

An except from Kerry's Calling, to be released in March:

          “You’re thinking about leaving? You mean, quitting? But, Chad, why? What’s wrong?”
          “Oh, there are a lot of reasons,” he sighed. “Any one by itself probably wouldn’t be enough, but...”
            He was silent for a long time, while she watched his face. Finally he glanced at her and realized that she was still waiting for an answer.
            “I guess it all started a year ago, when I was home on furlough,” he began. “You know about the girl I was going to marry—Laura. We had a rather whirlwind courtship, and before I came back we got engaged. The plan was for her to apply to Harvest and then I would go home this summer and we would get married. She seemed really happy about it at the time.” His voice trailed off. “Then in February I got an e-mail from her. She wasn’t sure she wanted to leave home and move halfway around the world to a strange country. She wasn’t sure she wanted to live in poverty when she had a proper job making good money in England. She wasn’t sure she loved me enough. And that was that.”
            “I’m sorry, Chad,” Kerry said softly. She knew there was no easy answer that would take away that pain. She could only listen.
            He shrugged. “I told myself all the things that people do in a situation like that. I would get over it. It wasn’t meant to be. It was God’s will. All those things. But right after that I fell ill with malaria. I couldn’t work; I couldn’t do anything but lie around burning up with fever and shivering with chills and wanting to die. I felt so dreadful. And—well, I know this sounds idiotic, but I kept wishing my mum was there to take care of me, but she was so far away and I felt so alone, like the whole world had forgotten about me.”