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(Durdin Fabienne G) Concerto For Flute Orchestra (BookFi) 231-240
(Durdin Fabienne G) Concerto For Flute Orchestra (BookFi) 231-240
the fruit produced by those branches that are attached to the True Vine,
Jesus Christ. Those are the fruit you should be bearing in your lives. Be
continuously filled with the Holy Spirit—bear His fruit in abundance."
"Then there's prayer. 'Pray continually.' 'Pray at all times.' 'Pray in the
Spirit on all occasions.' 'Pray for each other.' 'Pray in the Holy Spirit.' There
is the secret to effective servant-leadership: constant communication with
God, close communion with Him at all times."
"And, in the end, what should be the purpose of all your efforts? To
increase attendance at meetings? To be acclaimed as a leader of the church?
To bring people to Christ, even? No—none of these things should be your
aim. You know that more people in church doesn't necessarily mean more
people in God's Kingdom. Being put on a pedestal usually results in a great
fall. And only Christ can bring people to Himself—we are only told to bring
His Gospel to them and to disciple them. So, then, your goal in all you do, at
all times, whether in public or in private, is to glorify God. How do we do
this? By obeying Him, by loving Him, and by loving one another. What is
meant by love? You are all familiar with the thirteenth chapter of Paul's first
letter to the Corinthian church, I'm sure."
"A word of warning here: remember that loving can mean disciplining.
Don't confuse love with sentimentalism. There will be times when loving
someone in your church will mean having to tell them they're wrong, and if
they refuse to do what is right, even to punish them. As you probably all
know from experience, this can be extremely hard to do, especially if your
congregation disagrees with you, or there are pressures from outside the
church as was common at the turn of the century and in the two decades
before the Protectorate. Nonetheless, if you love, you will discipline. And if
you love, you will also submit to being disciplined if you need it. Be
accountable to each other—that is one way of showing your love. Remember
at all times, brothers, that you are Christ's, that He is with you, that He
enables you. Be filled with His Holy Spirit. May His grace be with you all."
"And now, please excuse me, I cannot stay any longer. Could one of you
take Henry home at the end of the meeting, please? Henry, could Carl please
borrow your car and take me home?"
There was a general commotion as several of the men, including Carl,
jumped up and went to him. Some suggested closing the meeting right
away, but George insisted it wasn't over, and Henry agreed with him. James
Winters said he would be happy to give Henry a lift home, and Henry gave
Carl his car and house keys. George thanked them and addressed a few
more words to the gathering. "I'll be praying for you all, and for your people,"
he said, "Please pray for the other churches in this country, and for the
church in Kawanyama, that they won't go astray. Thank you for listening to
me. Good night and God bless you all."
Carl helped him to get up and he and James helped him out to the
parking lot and into Henry's car. James returned to the hall and Carl and
George drove off to Henry's house.
When they arrived, Carl helped George out of the car and over to the
front door. He unlocked the door and opened it, switching the light on. He
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was about to help George into the house when he became aware that all was
not as it should be in Henry's loungeroom. The two of them stood in the
doorway and surveyed the mess.
Someone had strewn Henry's books and papers all over the floor, the
contents of the sideboard had been emptied out of it, and the upholstery of
the lounge suite had been ripped open. Carl groaned at the sight. Someone
had broken into the house while they were at the meeting...
He suggested to George that he could sleep in the camper truck that
night. "We have to get you to bed," he said, "and I expect the house has to be
left as is until the police comes."
"As long as I can lie down soon, Carl," George said, his voice shaking
because of his pain, "That's the main thing."
Emma opened the camper door. She'd heard their voices and wondered
why they were still outside.
"Em, can you make up the end berth, quickly, please?" Carl said urgently
as he helped George towards the camper, "George needs to lie down and
there's a bit of a problem with Henry's place."
"What's wrong with Henry's place?" Emma asked.
"It's been broken into. We have to leave it as is until the police come."
Emma got out clean sheets and made up the bed as Carl helped George
up the camper steps.
"Just help me get my jacket and shoes off," George whispered, "I'll sleep
in my clothes. I need to lie down!"
Carl took his jacket off and eased him down on the bed, then removed his
shoes.
"Would you like a painkiller?" Emma asked George.
"No, thank you, Emma, I'll be all right now," he answered, "Thank you
very much, both of you. I guess I've just been a little too active lately, and
it's caught up with me."
"I'd better go out there and wait for Henry," Carl said, "He'll get a bit of a
shock when he gets home."
"I'll come with you," Emma said, "Is that all right, George? Will you be
okay?"
"Yes, thank you, my dear, you go ahead and wait for Henry with Carl."
It wasn't very long before James and Henry drove up. Henry got out of
the car, said goodnight to the elder, and James drove off. Henry was
surprised to find Emma and Carl sitting on his front step. "What are you two
doing out here?" he asked.
"There's a bit of a problem, Henry," Carl answered, "I've called Ron and
he's on his way. He said he'd tell us, when he's had a look, whether we
should get the local police or not."
"What do you mean, a problem?" Henry asked, "And why do you need
Ron to deal with it?"
"Your house has been broken into, Henry," Emma said quietly.
"My house has been broken into?!" Henry exclaimed, going up the step,
"You're joking!"
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"Sorry, mate, we're not," Carl answered, getting up and taking his arm,
"It's not the sort of joke we play on people. Don't touch anything. We mustn't
touch anything until Ron's seen it—and maybe even then we'll still have to
wait for the police."
Henry opened the door and looked into his house. His face went pale.
"Whoever did this didn't believe in doing only half a job, did they?" he said
anxiously, "It'll take a week to clean up!"
"It gives you an excuse to do some spring cleaning, Henry," Carl said
seriously, "Look on the bright side..." He patted Henry's shoulder and
smiled. "Besides, we'll help."
Henry turned around, leaving the door open, and sat down on the step
next to Emma. To their surprise, he grinned. "Folks," he said, "after this
evening's meeting, and the elders' meeting this morning, my heart is too full
of joy to let a little thing like this trouble it. Besides," he added
mischievously, "with your cheerful sort around, Carl, how can I possibly let
myself get gloomy?"
Carl sat down on the other side of Emma and put his arm around her.
"This man will never cease to amaze me," he said, pointing to Henry with his
chin.
Emma smiled. "He's one of a kind, all right," she said.
Henry pretended to ignore them, and turned and looked through the
door. "I wonder what they were after..." he mused out loud, and sighed. "I
think I know..." he muttered.
"Burglars usually look for valuables," Emma said.
"I tend to side with Henry, who obviously thinks this isn't the work of an
ordinary burglar," Carl said.
"I've an idea who might be behind it, and what they were after," Henry
said.
"Ron should be here soon, you can tell him and us together," Carl
suggested.
They didn't have long to wait. A few minutes later Ron Velasquez arrived
with one of his detectives. Henry, Carl, and Emma got to their feet as the
men got out of their car.
"Right," Ron said briskly as he walked up to the house, "where's the
body?"
"The body?" Emma asked, "What body?"
"Do you mean George?" Henry asked, "He's in the camper."
Ron gave him an odd look, and Henry shrugged and gave Carl a
questioning glance.
"We had to put him to bed in there—he couldn't stand up any longer. His
back hurt too much," Carl explained.
"Ah!" Ron said, "I see. All right, then, how about showing me the real
body?"
"Don't you talk to me about bodies!" Carl said fiercely.
"What is the matter with you lot?" Henry asked in exasperation, "Didn't
you tell Ron this is a break-in, not a murder?"
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Ron grinned and patted Henry's shoulder. "Sorry, Henry," he said, "It's a
private joke. Show me the body of evidence, I mean, which is not what Carl
understood." He winked at Carl. "Sorry, mate, I get carried away sometimes."
"No harm done," Carl said, "Come on, Henry, show them why you'll have
to do some spring cleaning this year."
"Have a look, Ron," Henry said, waving towards his front door.
Ron and his officer went into the house. They took only two steps inside
the door, and stood to survey the damage. Henry was just behind them, and
Ron turned to him after a sweeping look around the room. "Have you had a
look in the rest of the house?" he asked, "The bedrooms, kitchen, and so on?
Is anything missing?"
"Not yet," Henry replied, "We thought we'd wait for you to come."
"Well, go in and have a look," Ron said, "and see if anything is obviously
missing." He called to Carl. "Did you call me from Henry's phone?"
"Yes," Carl said, "Why?"
"I hope you held the receiver with a cloth in your hand, or your
fingerprints will be all over it."
"My fingerprints were probably all over it anyway, but yes, I did use a
cloth."
"Good." Ron turned to the detective who had come with him and smiled
broadly. "Officer Stuart, could you write a detailed description of the state of
this room?" he asked.
"No, Sir," Stuart replied with a straight face, "Descriptive writing was not
one of my best subjects at school."
"Oh, well, never mind, then. There used to be a saying that a picture is
worth a thousand words. So please get your camera out and take plenty of
pictures."
"Yes, Sir," the detective replied, grinning, and did as Ron told him.
Ron walked through the room and went to join Henry at the back of the
house.
"Should we go in?" Emma asked her husband.
"No. We might get in the way," he answered, "We'll just wait out here."
He sat down on the step and Emma sat down next to him. "The funny
thing is, I didn't hear any noise, or anything," she said, "I would've thought
they'd've made some noise breaking in."
"I expect they broke in at the back of the house," Carl said, "and anyway,
they would've been very careful not to make any noise. Henry had all his
windows shut, too, so it's not surprising you didn't hear them."
In his bedroom, Henry was trying to figure out if anything was missing
without touching anything. His clothes were strewn all over the room, his
bed had been pulled to pieces and the mattress slashed, and all his drawers
had been tipped out. The same state of affairs reigned in the spare bedroom
which George had been using.
Ron surveyed the wreckage in the kitchen. He remembered that Henry
had brought him the contents of one of the kitchen drawers that morning,
and suddenly realised that he could guess who was behind the break-in and
what they were looking for.
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