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Writer’s Blog Tour 20 August,2014

Writer’s Blog Tour – Allison Kohn

 

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The first five books in the Baker family saga

Sci-fi Fantasy

Non-fiction conversation on the book of Revelation

A factious account of the life of Joseph, son of Israel in the Bible

 

A short defense of the faith

A non-fiction look at romantic love through the eyes of scripture

Thirty day Devotionals for victorious living

I am truly honored that Jackie Coote at:

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asked me if I would like to join this Blog tour. It is truly a pleasure to tell you about my work and answer the four questions. The link to my amazon site is:

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and you can find out more about my writing at http://www.allisonkohn.com

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  • What am I working on?

I am working on a story about twins separated at birth, neither with any knowledge of the other. This was originally a short story I wrote for a writing class. I think by the time I rework it and build on it a little more it will make a nice book.

  1. How does my work differ from others of its genre?

My work differs from others in the Genre of Christian because, for one thing, I write both fiction and non-fiction, and because it is expressed through my personality. I love science and history and since they are part of me, they are also part of my writing. My writing expresses my life and the way I react to life; therefore, my writing is an expression of me as a Christian.

  • Why do I write what I do?

I write what I do to express myself and the joy I find in my God. The joy of the Lord is my strength – and that’s not just a cliché.  I love science, so I write about science. The same goes for history.

  • How does my writing process work?

I write, re-write and go back and re-write again. I have been proofing the previous day’s writing before I start the day’s writing because my fingers and the word processor aren’t always my friends. I use the thesaurus a lot because my memory doesn’t work as well as it did when I was younger – and spell check sometimes gets the wrong word with the right spelling.

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Author Paula Rose brings an “average” family into extraordinary situations, brushes with life-size strokes of reality, adding just a touch of humor, and coats with suspense inside Christian fiction. Paula’s research gives readers a panoramic view from law enforcement and lends to character authenticity. She enjoys writing romantic suspense, suspense, and mystery genres, but Paula Rose also plays amateur photographer. She’s from Philadelphia and lives in Southern New Jersey with her husband and rescue kitty.

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Rev. Roger Wolsey is an ordained United Methodist pastor who serves as the director of the Wesley Foundation at the University of Colorado at Boulder. He’s the author of “Kissing Fish: christianity for people who don’t like christianity.” Roger blogs for Patheos as “The Holy Kiss,” Elephant Journal, and Huffington Post.

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Ruthie Madison grew up in California for most of her life. Her hardships and circumstances are the reason for her strong faith. She says, “Without Jesus in my life, I would not be here today.” She is a devoted daughter and sister to her mother and sister. When she isn’t writing, she helps with taking care of her widowed mother and does some of the chores around the house. Ruthie Madison has published three books (two are self published): A Second Chance At Love, The Past Hunter:When the Past Comes Calling and most recently Purify My Heart. Ruthie’s books are mostly suspense fiction all with a Christian Message.

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Joseph, Part Two, chapter Six – Asenath

Chapter Six
Twenty Three Years Earlier
Asenath
When the young Hebrew slave was brought into Egypt and bought by Potiphar it caused a lot of talk. Hebrews didn’t come into the slave markets of Egypt. The regions of the upper Nile and central Africa were constantly being drained to meet the insatiable demand for slaves, but a lighter complexioned man in bondage was a rare sight indeed and created quite a stir.
Asenath, the daughter of Poti-Phera, priest of On, had never seen a Hebrew before and made it her business to accompany her father whenever he had affairs to conduct with Potiphar. She liked to watch the Hebrew as he went about his duties looking like a young god, as though the simplest task was a matter of great importance.
Potiphar’s wife noticed and frowned. One day she came and stood by Asenath and put her arm around her. “You like him, don’t you little girl?” she said sweetly, “but you’re too young for him and he’s my property. If I ever hear that you have touched him or let him touch you, you’ll be very sorry. Is that clear, my little dear?” She dug her long nails into Asenath’s tender shoulder and twisted them.
Asenath almost cried out loud at the pain but she stopped herself just in time and turned to look at her hostesses’ face. There was a sweet smile on her lips, but her eyes were cruel slits of smoldering fire.
“Oh please try to defy me,” she said softly. “I would enjoy so much showing you how very serious I am.” The smile never left her face.
Asenath cringed and swallowed the lump in her throat. “I won’t touch him,” she said. “I believe you.”
The nasty woman’s fingernails dug into Asenath’s arm this time. “Or let him touch you?” she purred.
“I won’t let him touch me,” Asenath whimpered. “I promise.”
Asenath never went back to Potiphar’s house after that, but she meet the young Hebrew one say as she was walking down the road that followed the Nile. She was carrying a heavy burden and he took it from her and told her that, since he had to go to her father’s house on some business for Potiphar, he would carry it all the way for her.
She thanked him and said, “There is something that I have wanted to ask you for a long time and I might not ever get the chance again. Tell me please, why you don’t act like other slaves. You act almost as if – as though you have authority over everything you do. Sometimes I thought maybe you were a god in disguise come down to spy on us mortals. If you are, I hope you’ll pardon me for asking.”
Joseph laughed. “No, I’m not a god, but I am intimately acquainted with the great God, the Creator of the heavens and the earth. In his presence is fullness of joy, and at his right hand are pleasures forevermore. I am set apart unto him.”
“Yes, I believe you are a very righteous person, Asenath said “It must be because you are special to your god.”
“Ah, but one is righteous; everyone has sinned; no one can be as glorious as our Creator God,” Joseph said. Since God is holy and just, I could not have an intimate relationship with him and have his righteousness until my sin was dealt with. You see, he cannot allow sin in his holy presence.”
“I see,” Asenath said. “How was your sin dealt with? I hope you don’t mind my asking. And why can’t this god allow sin in his presence?”
“Because sin is a violation of his standard and character,” Joseph said gravely. “He must judge and reject it. That is why sin causes spiritual death, which is separation from God. As long as sin separates us from God we cannot enjoy the life and relationship God wants for us.”
Asenath took a deep breath and her eyes sparkled. “You said us. Does your God want a relationship with someone like me too? I try to be good but I hate your mistress and sometimes I would like her dead because she was cruel to me. I beg your pardon if you like her, but I can’t! I will try not to hate her though if your God wants to have a relationship with me. Can he give me joy too?”
“Yes, he can,” Joseph said. They walking so slowly they were almost standing still. “But no one can remove the sin barrier by his own effort.”
“Oh!” Asenath sighed. “Then there is no hope for me? What removed it for you? Did someone else help?”
“No one can redeem his brother from the bondage of sin,” Joseph said, “Nor can he give God a redemption for himself, because the ransom of the soul is too costly.”
Asenath groaned. “Oh, it’s far worse than having one’s body in bondage then. But what made your soul free? What can free mine?”
“God must take the initiative,” Joseph explained. He smiled and Asenath thought it was the sweetest smile she had ever seen. “He provides the solution. It is he that redeemed my soul. The sin barrier can be removed by believing God’s promise and by having the blood of the atonement. Our father, Adam believed God and it was accounted unto him for righteousness. “
“But what did God say to Adam that he believed?”
“He promised that someday the offspring of woman would come into the world and defeat sin,” Joseph said. “He said, to the originator of sin, ‘I will put enmity between you and the woman. And between your seed and her seed, and he shall bruise your head and you shall bruise his heal.’”
Asenath thought about everything was saying and tried to understand it. They were almost at her door. “Oh, but oh I wish I understood! There is still the blood atonement you haven’t explained and I do so want to know.”
It was at that moment her father approached them so she left Joseph giving him a noble bow and went to the garden to puzzle over what he said.
Was it true that Joseph’s God had given him joy and made him noble and righteous and wanted to do the same for her?
It was quite a while before Asenath saw the Hebrew slave again but she couldn’t get him off her mind. And, strangely, a lot of the things she was in the habit of doing made her feel uncomfortable; and she wondered if perhaps they were things the Hebrew’s God would call sin.
Had the Hebrew’s God heard her say she wanted to have a relationship with him and was perhaps trying to tell her they were a violation of his standard? Could he do that? Hadn’t the Hebrew told her his God was the Creator of the heavens and the earth? If he could do that maybe he could speak right to her heart this way. She would listen and try to find out more about him that way.
But Asenath didn’t seem to be getting any word from the Hebrew’s God. So, eventually, she tried to throw herself into the endless gaiety of the Egyptian upper class, but the days were only filled with everything that was sordid and useless in an endless round of wearisome entertainment. There was no joy. What had Joseph said about pleasures forevermore? Oh, what could remove the sin barrier for her so she could go into the presence of Joseph’s wonderful god and have fullness of joy? Joseph had said something about blood atonement. Maybe that would do it. “I must find out,” she told herself and set about steadily toward finding a way to talk to Potiphar’s Hebrew slave without his wife finding out.
Asenath watched her mother’s slave dress her and apply makeup, and she thought of Potiphar’s wife. Asenath’s mother had taught her well. She knew that women were to more than just the wives of their husbands; they were to be their friends and companions too. In order to make herself attractive for her own husband, Asenath’s mother spent long hours on her adornments. She wore elaborate wigs that had been plaited into tresses threaded with gold tubes. She used green eye shadow made from malachite to enhance the beauty of her eyes, and had them carefully underlined. He had her eyebrows painted with hohl paste until they arches most attractively. She had her fingernails painted a beautiful reddish-orange with henna and her fingers adorned with lovely rings. Her armlets, bracelets, earrings, and necklaces were all chosen carefully for just the right effect. But she did this all to please her own husband. Potiphar’s wife wasn’t doing it just for Potiphar; Asenath was sure of that. Why did she think she needed other men too? And Joseph was one of her husband’s employees, after all. What did she want with him?
Well, it was better not to go into that. After all, Asenath was trying not to hate the woman, if that would please Joseph’s God. But she still didn’t have that relationship with him that Joseph told her brought the kind of joy that made a man a prince even while he was a slave. She must speak to Joseph again and find out about the blood atonement. Would she have to go to the land of the Hebrews and find a Hebrew priest to make a sacrifice for her or something?
Asenath tried to remember everything she could about Potiphar’s estate. It was huge, of course. All wealthy Egyptian estates were self-sufficient with apartments for the master and his family and rooms for all of the servants. She only knew where a few of these were located but they didn’t matter. Even in disguise, she didn’t dare go near the main house. So her mind’s eye wandered through the lush walled garden living room to all the buildings around it that served the household.
There was the balcony were grain was ground into flour and made into bread, and next to it was the brewery where the grain used for making bear was fermented in water. Then there was the butchery where cattle and fowl were prepared for serving. And, last of all, was the building where the weavers made fine linens for the household. Asenath had heard that Joseph was now the overseer of all these buildings. She he would be there when the livestock was counted and he would go into the fields periodically to make sure they were being cared for properly.
Asenath thought about posing as a herdsman, but how was she to know when Joseph would be checking the herds? She wasn’t really built like the herdsmen either, so she abandoned that idea.
“You will soon be taking a greater interest in your own appearance, my Asenath,” her mother said hopefully.
But Asenath only smiled and went back to her internal study of Potiphar’s estate. She thought of the pools of water warmed by the sun where the men carried the harvested flax to soak under the weight of stones. Again, it was the men who removed the stocks from the water, after the rind became loose, to dry in the sun. And it was the men who beat them afterwards on stone slabs with wooden mallets, and combed the rind and outer fibers away to use for lamp-wick; the inner part would be used for weaving.
But both men and women spun the fibers into thread. Asenath had watched them do it. They made the thread on a wooden spindle and wove it into cloth on a loom. It looked fairly simple. The threads were interlaced at right angles by means of a shuttle which was used to pass some of the threads between others – and additional threads were passed firmly into additional threads. Sometimes designs were woven into the fabric with colored threads. Asenath drew her brows together. Maybe it was too complicated after all.
“Why do you scowl at me, Asenath?” her mother asked. “Have I something on wrong, or perhaps my clothes are miss-matched? What is the problem?”
“No, no, Mother, you look beautiful,” Asenath assured her. “I was just thinking. Do you think I could learn to weave, or dye thread?”
A silvery tinkle of a laugh escaped the lips of her mother and she said, “Oh no, dear. What you want to learn to do is apply makeup and dress properly.”
“All right, Mother, if it will please you I will learn to do a better job with my appearance.”

Review of Garden of Reflection

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What a wonderful read. This book drew me in and kept me interested to the end. It is a fantasy with a lesson that I enjoyed, even though I didn’t need the lesson. It is told so well I could almost hear the birds singing and the water falling in the fountain. The author paints wonderful pictures with her words. I recommend it to anyone, especially women, who has a working imagination.

Are the Stars Out Tonight – Continued

More Questions

The house was still quiet and Judith climbed into bed and lay there wondering how she could possibly live like a normal human being again. There were those who would have asked her when she had ever lived life like an ordinary person, but Judith didn’t know that. She had never been one to wonder what others were thinking about her anyway, but since her parents’ death she had been too preoccupied with outer space to care. She had always been fascinated by cosmology and now it was almost an obsession. Somehow it seemed that if she could spend enough time out in space, she would run into them somewhere. The day before they departed on the plane that crashed and left their dead bodies lying in crumpled heaps on the ground, Judith’s parents told her they had something very important to talk to her about when they returned. Judith couldn’t get over the feeling that she had some unfinished business with her mother and father and must find them somehow.

Mike woke Judith up before he left for the day and reminded her they were expecting guests for dinner.

Judith went through the day in a daze. She cleaned house and went shopping, and all the things it takes to prepare for dinner guests, but her mind was on the stars.

During the morning Paul dropped by the house to leave a contract for Mike. Judith didn’t hear the bell ring until it was accompanied by a loud knock.

“I’m sorry I didn’t hear you. I must have been very deep into my thoughts.”

“Dreaming about the stars?”

“Well, yes, I was. How did you know?”

Pail laughed. “It seemed to be a reasonable assumption. I dream about them a lot myself. It makes me aware of the greatness of God.”

“God? What does God have to do with the stars?”

“The Scriptures tell us that God has all the stars named. The stars Arcturus, Orion, and Pleiades are named in the Bible. It also says when the foundations of the earth were laid that the morning stars sang together.”

“Like the music in the wind?”

“Like the music in the wind.” Paul took the cup of coffee Judith handed him and looked at the Zodiac sign printed on the cup. “The stars are for signs and seasons. The story of salvation is written in the stars.”

Judith laughed. “What are you talking about? I certainly never heard of any such thing.”

“Well, the Virgin Mary is represented by Virgo and the Southern Cross is a symbol of the cross of Calvary. Leo is a picture of the Lion of the tribe of Judah.”

“The Mashiach?”

“The Messiah. Jesus.”

“The Jesus who walked through a wall to talk to his disciples?”

“Yes, that’s the one. The King of David who will return to the earth someday to subdue all things unto himself.”

Judith coughed and pointed to the sign on the cup. “What about Scorpio?”

Paul smiled. I’m glad you asked. Scorpio is a type of Satan who is forever fleeing from the lion and angry with God’s people. The last book in the New Testament says he is cast out of heaven and makes war with Israel because she brought forth the man-child – the King who will rule on the throne of David.”

They talked until the sun was high in the sky and were interrupted by the mailman. Paul left then but his words stayed and intruded themselves into her thoughts all the rest of the day. And what was that Scripture Captain Largo quoted? Judith decided she would have to hunt up a Bible – did the library have such a thing? – and read it for herself if she could find it. Captain largo was expecting her to be able to answer his question too. She didn’t think to ask herself why she thought it was important to have an answer for someone she would probably never see again.

“It’s all ready,” she told Mike that evening. “How soon will they be here?”

“Not for another half hour. We have time for a relaxing drink and a talk before they get here.”

Judith got a cold drink from the refrigerator and handed it to her brother before she picked her own up and sat next to him on the couch.

Mike picked up the book from the coffee table Judith had been reading earlier while the oven did its job. “Amazing World of Nature. Hmm, , so your interests are maybe plummeting to earth?”

Judith flipped it open to the place where the book mark lay and dashed his hopes. “Arthur Clark said that interplanetary travel is our only for of conquest and empire left and that without it we’ll stagnate. He says if we insist on staying on the earth and never enter space it’ll be as bad as though we’d never left the sea.”

Mike grinned good naturedly. “There’s always the chance that if we leave the environment that’s been so good to us to see if the grass is greener on the other side of the road, we’ll be left out in the cold with nothing.”

Judith put her photographic memory to use and answered, “As this author says, no one can doubt that space travel will give us an expanding stream of information and viewpoint imprints, or the utterly new types of encounter and reactions that will stimulate us.”

Her voice rose to such and excited pitch that Mike had to laugh. “I believe that’s what Eve told Adam just before she gave him the apple. But seriously, Judith would you really like to live your life out in a space suit? And how are you going to get up there? We don’t have the resources to keep the earth powered in the manner we’ve become accustomed to.”

“Well, what about that forth state of matter, plasma? If the Aurora Borealis and lightening are an example of plasma, and most of the matter in the universe exists in that state, why can’t we? If we did, how would our lifestyle change? Couldn’t we travel to outer space as plasma?”

Mike sighed. “If we were a boiling mass of hot, furiously energetic, positively charged ions? Drastically. We would no longer be human beings. Were you thinking of becoming part of the Aurora Borealis so you could see the stars at close range. You wouldn’t relate to them in the same way, believe me.”

Not willing to give up so easily, Judith leaned forward. “No, but if we could trap that much energy we wouldn’t have any trouble fueling a space ship, would we?  Isn’t the laser an example of a plasma container that could be used for rocket fuel? Since more light comes from laser, wouldn’t it move faster as well as further and brighter and more compact?”

“I don’t believe we know the answer to that.”  Distract her from plasma, Mike.  Why is the nature and propagation of light such a puzzling and contradictory phenomenon in the known universe?”

Judith sighed. “Man’s comprehension of the universe isn’t absolute – I’m sure of that.”

“Well, aren’t all natural laws models of likelihood?”

Judith stood up and turned to her brother. “But wait, I have another theory. If analog signals can be changed to electrical impulses as digital signals traveling along conductive wire and converted back to sound waves at the other end, why can’t matter, in any form, be converted to energy and reconverted back to matter? Isn’t that what the law of the conservation of energy states? So why can’t human beings be converted into energy and travel into the universe extending beyond the limits of human corporal experience; and then be changed back to matter upon returning to the earth?”

Mike shifted his weight and looked keenly at Judith. “Let me ask you this,” he said quietly. “If the theory of relativity has to do with space and time and the speed of light; and if matter and energy are the same thing, how is the conservation of matter into energy related to time?”

Judith’s brow furrowed for a moment. “I suppose they’re related by the second law of thermodynamics. As matter is consumed, the measure of chaos increases till it reaches its maximum value at the expense of ready energy. I see what you mean. In a universe ruled by entropy and drawing closer and closer to ultimate disorder, where will the order to change energy into matter and being come from? How is the process to start all over again? Is it possible there are more stable laws, undetected by finite beings, which govern all four worlds of our modern physics, and maybe more?”

“I believe you’ve hit the nail on the head, little sister. After all, doesn’t the microcosmic universe of transistors and laser beams, where wavelets move so fast that the position and momentum of particles can’t be measured, relate to our finite universe? And doesn’t the macrocosmic universe of galaxies so vast and crowded with matter, yet so empty human minds can’t define or fathom it, include our universe? And doesn’t the sweeping continuum of space and time, the rationalistic universe, link to all three in a way the human mind hasn’t been able to grasp yet? Doesn’t the limitation of speed and light bind them together?”

Judith had lines in the forehead again and she sat down on a nearby chair and leaned forward. But can we be sure the speed of light is fixed through space at six trillion miles a year? If so, why is it unaltered and not mutable? Is the quantum theory that light can behave both as a particle and as a wave correct, and if so, wouldn’t that change its speed?”

Mike leaned back. “Well, while you’re wondering about, here’s another question to ask yourself. Why aren’t we comfortable with infinity, and can time or light be infinite?”

Judith sat back for a second. “Okay, I’ll think about that.” She leaned forward. “But listen; gravity, inertia, and mechanical principles of leverage all give us the ability to walk around and do whatever it is we do, so why can’t we use these same principles to fly, walk on water, or transport ourselves in time and space?”

Mike smiled. “It’s been said that necessity is the mother of invention, but even necessity seems to be relative to the perception of the individual observer. The Egyptian Pharaoh, I believe it was Cheops during the first dynasty. Felt compelled to have a large tomb constructed for him that called for massive stones to be cut and transported over the desert. The slaves who did the work found it necessary to discover as easy a way as possible to do it. To the man who uses his head as a guide instead of his ego, it is not necessary to construct anything with so little value that would take so much work. Think about that too.”

The doorbell rang then, announcing the arrival of their guests, so Judith was left to speculate on Mike’s last question all through the meal.

Why write Christian Fiction

Some years ago I was wondering if I was doing the right thing by writing Christian fiction. I ran into so may people who said, “I don’t read fiction,” with their noses in the air. The following is the answer I got:

This is important: When Jesus was alive, he told stories out of his own mouth that revealed spiritual truths in a way that his own spiritually alive family could understand. We are made of flesh and blood, so we understand spiritual truth through eyes of flesh and blood, demonstrated with materialistic stories or analogies.

Now that Jesus is no longer here in that one pure body of flesh, but lives  through the flesh of his family, he reveals spiritual truth through what we call Christian novels.

We should never be too proud to read and learn – being careful to discern the spirits. Some “Christian writing” is Pharisaical slop, or carnal writing by  Christians; but many are good food from the heart of God, given to us in love from the Holy spirit.

.Banner of love, the fifth book in the Baker family saga

The fifth book in the Baker family saga, Banner of Love, tells how Alice’s little sister, Linda, gets involved in the American Civil War. Linda falls in love with a man on the “wrong side” and discovers all the issues she is dealing with grow dim beside real love and true freedom.

Angels, Eagles, and Fire

The third book in the Baker family saga, Angels, Eagles, and Fire, centers around Dianna’s brother, Richard, as he struggles to triumph over the pain of false love and finds true love. The Thomas family becomes more prominent as some of the members become stronger foes and some become friends. The theme is Romans 8:28
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Angels, Eagles and Fire (The Baker Family Saga)
This is Richard’s love story. He has been away at college where he fell ‘in love’ with a beautiful red-head who used him and dumped him – a lesson not taught in his classes. On his way home from school he ran into thieves and lost his ride home – for a while. And, on his way home..

Synopsis of Day by Day

The second book in the Baker family saga, Day by Day, focuses on Evelyn’s niece, Dianna, who is introduced in the first book as a twelve year old girl who helps Evelyn with her chores after Lawrence leaves. The Thomas family’s antagonism, introduced in the first book, is a prominent factor in this book. Jonathan Baker dies and his widow Margaret’s future husband, introduced in the first book, becomes a noticeable character. Dianna and Alice’s future husbands are introduced. The theme is Ecclesiastics 3:11a.
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Day By Day (The Backer Family Saga)
This is the second book in the Baker family Saga. It is the story of birth and death but more than all, it is a story of growing love that transcends all of the mystery and drama of a family with enemies that they are unaware of. And it is a love story of one of the family who is the..

A synopsis of Evelyn’s anxious Bench by Allison Kohn Author

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It is the early part of the nineteenth century and although New Englanders have been spreading their wings and moving ever further west for years Evelyn Brook, the daughter of wealthy Jonathan Baker, has lived in Maryland all her life and would never think of leaving. She doesn’t know how to cook, she doesn’t make her own clothes, and she doesn’t take care of her own children. That’s what servants are for.

Evelyn does have a good education for a girl brought up in those days, and she is compelled by her father to teach school just long enough to get a taste of the power of independent thought. But after her marriage she settles down in a mold set by generations of the upper class in New England and is quite satisfied with her life, for the most part.

Then the unthinkable happens and she finds herself without servants, riding in an expensive but uncomfortable and clumsy covered wagon. Evelyn not only has to learn to cook, but she has to eat her mistakes while she learns. She soon discovers that the clothes considered suitable for the women of her class in society are totally unsuitable for the trail west. So she learns to sew. Can life get any harder?

It certainly can. Added to all the menial labor Evelyn is learning to do, she is given the task of teaching her and her brothers’ older children. Evelyn’s father has everything under control and Evelyn’s niece, Alice, is delighted with the whole impossible situation; but then, Alice is only four years old and doesn’t have to do anything but enjoy the fruit of other people’s labor.

Evelyn doesn’t like any of these changes, but being a good woman is important to her so she hides the anger and frustration I her heart and puts on a happy face. She learns to do her duties as mother, wife, and teacher well without revealing her feelings. But her thoughts aren’t so complacent. She hates her new life, and being pregnant with her third child doesn’t her general miserable state of mind. She doesn’t want to hear about tall evergreen forests and cool streams stocked with unbelievable large fish and lined with berries. What does she care for that? Home had all the delicious dishes she could desire and they were prepared by someone else.

Adding insult to injury, the other members of Jonathan Baker’s family all seemed to think this insanity is a joyful lark.

Jonathan himself has always lived an unsettled life, popping from one war into another and never staying with his family. But now that he is an old man, instead of staying put and enjoying his later years like any sane man would, Jonathan takes on a new battle. The trouble is, this battle is with the untamed west and he is taking his family with him. Evelyn thinks the whole family has lost its sense of reality.

To complicate matters, one of Evelyn’s brothers, Stephen, is seriously injured when one of the members of the wagon train mismanages a plot to rob their fellow travelers and Stephen tries to intervene. Evelyn’s world seems to be falling apart and when her husband goes after the culprits and their plunder, not returning when expected she as to take the added responsibility of doing her husband’s job along with her own.

Since the other members of the family are busy with their own responsibilities to help Evelyn with her burdens a Presbyterian minister traveling with the train helps her get through some difficult ordeals. Evelyn is mad at God but the minister keeps telling her God loves her and will help her if she will let him. The minister tells Evelyn God made her the way she is and gave Lawrence to her because he knew she needed him. He seems to be making quite an impression with some of the other members of the Jonathan Baker family but Evelyn tries to ignore him.

However, Evelyn’s attitude is gradually changing without her realization. As her muscles get stronger she gets used to the burdens; they become less of a burden and more of a reason for pride. And Evelyn can’t help remember what the minister said about it being God who made her and he wanted to help her.

Then one of the young culprits Lawrence has been chasing rides into camp with the news that Lawrence is dead. Everything dies inside of Evelyn until she remembers her children and decides she must go on being a “good mother” even if she is dead.

Evelyn’s lifeless indifference to everything that doesn’t relate to her children frightens her family and they go in desperation to the minister for help, which opens the door for the whole family to get a glimpse of the Maker and his love for them. Most of the members of the Baker family have always believed in a social gospel. The ones who don’t believe that all the gospel contains is a sort of rule book for society haven’t made themselves obnoxious by arguing with the ones who do, but now the door is open they began to slowly make their faith known.

Evelyn gradually comes back to life and realizes she can actually find joy in winning the battle over her ordeals. Everything the minister, Daryl O’Riley, says seems to have profound meaning now and Evelyn is no longer content with a social gospel. Her entire family seems to be leaning the same way and it isn’t long before they all find “new life in Christ” is better than a social gospel any day.

Then Evelyn’s mother has what seems to be a heart attack and the whole family learns to pray. God answers their prayers and increases their faith for the trails ahead.

Evelyn’s father is beginning to know the guilt of dragging his family into his passion for adventure and bringing suffering to them as a consequence. He offers to send Evelyn and the children back home to the east, but Evelyn discovered her home changed position and is traveling with her.

Evelyn gives birth to twins west of the Snake River. The pride in the woman God created is growing with each victory, and giving birth to live healthy twins on the uncut Oregon Trail is no little accomplishment.

Every incident in Evelyn’s life is an opportunity for Daryl O’Riley’s help. He is beginning to be very important to Evelyn and her children. And the two of them are unintentionally getting to know each other.

By the time Evelyn and her family get to the Willamette Valley in Oregon Daryl O’Riley’s place in Evelyn’s heart is fixed and the book is finished with their wedding.

Done Deal by Rene Schultz

A great book to get involved in. Lots of interesting facts about computer geeks, political non-integrity, etc. A personal in-depth look at what it is like to fight cancer unto death. Cissy is my hero. She not only goes through months of weakness and pain courageously thinking of others more than self, but she devises and ingenious plan to leave a legacy only two living people will ever know about, but possible millions will benefit from.
The author, Rene Schultz is also an ingenious plotter and writes another book that I gladly recommend to everyone in the civilized world.
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DONE DEAL
Cissy is just your typical hard working, single mother, who leads a very simple life until one day, when a cancer diagnosis leave her spinning in circles. Not one to sit around and do nothing, and with experience in the medical field, she decides to research new medication and clinical studies