Life with an Angel (Chapter 3, page 1 of 16)


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Chapter 3

"In Heaven there is no discrimination of any kind -no one is better than anyone else..." MM So there we were. We were not sure, we thought the year was sometime in the late 1800's. Dawsonville was a small town, but it was very beautiful and serene. It was near the Ohio River and sat in a small valley surrounded by trees and pasture. As we arrived, the sun was beginning to rise, casting off beautiful shades of brown, tans, and green. As we traveled into town, there weren't many people around. Mitch, Amy, and I didn't know what to do. We came to a stop in front of a newly painted white church. The church had a tall steeple and was nicely maintained. As we were looking down Main Street, it was fascinating to see this old town and the old fashioned wood-frame buildings that looked brand new. There were a couple of horse and buggies tied to rails in front of the buildings. The sidewalks were made of wood, and the street looked like it was made of hard clay and sawdust. It looked like a town that was designed as a historical site for tourists. But it wasn't a tourist site; we had truly traveled back in time. Then a man came out of the church and walked right up to us.

"Hi, children. I don't think I have ever met you. Do you live nearby?"

I felt I should take the lead and do the talking, although I had no idea what to say. I didn't want to lie, so I said, "We are not sure exactly where we are. We are away from our parents and this is the first town that we came to. We are hoping our folks come and meet us here." I felt it didn't make much sense, but it was the best I could come up with.

"So, you got separated from your folks? Maybe I can help, my name is Jake Ross. I'm the pastor here. Most people call me Pastor Jake. When did you last see your folks?"

Pastor Jake was thin, short, and young -- too young to be a minister. Most ministers we knew were old. He was full of energy and very outgoing, and we liked him immediately.

"Last night," said Mitch.

"Well, I'm sure they will be looking for you, and this should be the closest town they come to. I'll tell you what, you can stay here at the church. We have two sleeping rooms you can use until they get here. What are your names?"

"I'm Amy Peterson. This is Joe and Mitch Anderson."

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