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    Walking in Fields of Grace
    Walking in Fields of Grace
    Walking in Fields of Grace
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    Walking in Fields of Grace

    By Robert Robinson

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    How would you respond if you were the recipient of a miracle? Seriously, would you know a miracle if you were to see one? How must God look for you to accept Him?? his book is the result of my struggle with these and other questions that challenged my faith. The book has its goal the strengthening of Christian faith through paraphrasing some Biblical teaching to facilitate examination/testing using contemporary philosophical outlooks.
    Grace is God giving each person the gift he/she needs to be interwoven in God's story of revealed glory. There is no total understanding of faith, no completed picture of faith until God declares the end of the age. In my struggle I have come to see faith as a realism a committed believer can defend. I am sharing the fruit of my struggle so that another might see and not be as hampered as I was by "blind" faith.
    Like a cook that really enjoys his own cooking, I really enjoy the stories in this book. Perhaps more than anything else, the joy I experienced in writing these stories is the real reason this Book was written.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse
    Release dateMar 5, 2012
    ISBN9781468500127
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      Walking in Fields of Grace - Robert Robinson

      © 2012 Robert Robinson. All rights reserved.

      No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

      Published by AuthorHouse 2/28/2012

      ISBN: 978-1-4685-0012-7 (e)

      ISBN: 978-1-4685-0013-4 (sc)

      Library of Congress Control Number: 2011960399

      Printed in the United States of America

      Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Thinkstock are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

      Certain stock imagery © Thinkstock.

      This book is printed on acid-free paper.

      Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

      CONTENTS

      A Feathered Bed

      The Thump

      Scaling the Ramparts

      The Gift

      To Be Avoided

      A Familiar Face

      Second Chances

      The Rush

      An Uncommon Mercy

      The Promise

      The Trumpet Shall Sound!

      A Feathered Bed

      There was a pronounced thud followed by a shudder. The shudder sounded more like a muffled groan.

      In the morning, we saw the military vehicles—armored trucks and jeeps—shutting off a portion of the highway. Folks around here are used to the Kancamagus Highway being closed during the frost season. But this seemed a little early for frost, just being the first of September—September 5th to be exact. No one would have thought anything about it had it not been for the helicopters. Around here, there’s not much chopper activity unless someone is lost and they’re conducting a search party.

      What can I get you boys this morning?

      Eggs sunny side up, bacon, side of toast, coffee.

      Coming right up! You boys kind of closing the highway early! We were expecting maybe three, four weeks of tourists before the road closed.

      Silence.

      What happened up there anyway? Some accident?? Anybody get hurt?

      Silence.

      Well, we seen choppers. How many’s missing, anyway?

      Silence.

      Guess you boys ain’t too friendly. Here’s your breakfast. Five dollars each! He stretched his hand out.

      Hold on, old man. We ain’t had time to eat it yet!

      Oh, you can talk! I thought you was wood, or one of my cows. I mean, Bessie don’t talk either. She just chews, if you catch my drift.

      Settle down, old man. We ain’t unfriendly. Fact is, I was raised in Littleton, and Jeff here’s from Worcester, Tommy’s from Barnstead. And Ralph—we don’t want to talk about Ralph. He smiled. He from Cow’s End—you know, the non-milking part!

      A quick jab went across the table, landing playfully on Reggie’s shoulder.

      Now, old man, don’t you believe everything this sow’s ear is telling you. If anyone knows anything ‘bout a cow’s end, just ask him about Lucille!

      Now, you’re getting personal, Ralph! Jeff blurted out. The whole group chuckled.

      What he meant to say was, Ralph continued, can we get a little more coffee? Please!

      The old man’s mood seemed to lighten upon hearing the youthful banter. He was quick to get the coffee, pouring with a half-smile hidden behind a bushy, graying mustache.

      Well, it’s just you boys didn’t seem too friendly. Around here, people need to know if one of their neighbors is in trouble. Why, we’d all pitch in and help you search. We—

      Mister, we can’t talk much about our mission. We’re under orders.

      Jeff’s eyes seem to plead for the old man to leave well enough alone. His eyes didn’t show irritation but frustration. The way his Adam’s apple dropped in his throat told that he wanted to talk but just couldn’t. The US Army gave him an order, and he just didn’t want any trouble.

      There was, however, something else that stole from the gleam in Jeff’s eyes. Jeff’s eyes had sadness in them, sadness too deep for words, sadness that did not come from an army order. He’d seen something and he didn’t want to talk about it. Any man with a child who’s lost a pet has seen that look. It’s the stare teenagers give when they want a parent not to ask an embarrassing question.

      The old man switched the television to the local news. There was no report of an accident. The soldiers, breakfast half-eaten, slipped out quietly. They did not settle their bills at the cash register, leaving instead their tab and a generous tip on the table. The old man didn’t know they were gone until he heard the door shut. Overhead, another trio of helicopters passed. There was something going on.

      Morning, Jed.

      Morning, Everett.

      What do you make of all that noise? Those army boys sure seem quiet. In fact, it’s the first time I’ve ever known the US Army to close the highway. What’d those army boys tell you that were just in here?

      Everett, I didn’t get a wink out of them, excepting the army told them not to talk.

      Well, they’re doing that all right. They don’t say nothing to nobody. Say, funny thing happened last night. All my clocks, watches, and everything stopped at 10:12. My power came back on, but the Seth Thomas didn’t start till I started her by hand. It was about the time of that landslide.

      Landslide?

      Yep. Didn’t you hear it?

      Why, yes. I heard something, but I thought it was just my imagination. Sort of like a muffled groan. I thought …

      He paused as if in deep thought.

      "Come to think of it, it did sound more like

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