An Honest Life. Dana Corbit

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СКАЧАТЬ great news about the youth minister’s new baby. I heard you helped with the delivery.”

      A punch couldn’t have knocked the wind out of her as effectively as that statement had. Uneasiness put an end to her annoyance. How much did Rick know about Andrew? Had Andrew told him the whole embarrassing story?

      Her thoughts whirling off-kilter, she struggled for some appropriate response. She had to think of something to say before the awkward pause in their conversation expanded like a fault line during an earthquake. In a rush, she choked out, “Yes, Seth is a sweet baby. He is so perfect—such a wonderful gift from God.”

      “That’s funny,” he said. “I thought they were all supposed to be gifts from God—even the less-than-perfect ones.”

      Charity jerked up her head, but he only looked away. That wasn’t what she’d meant to say. He’d just gotten her all flustered, and now she’d fallen in a trap of her own words. Why did it seem she couldn’t string two coherent thoughts together when this man was around?

      “That’s not what I meant, and you know it,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest, part for effect and part as self-protection from the way he muddled her thoughts. “I know perfectly well that all children are precious to God. In Matthew 19:14, Jesus even says, ‘Let the children come to me, and do not hinder them; for to such belongs the kingdom of heaven.’”

      She couldn’t help feeling a little smug over that comeback. That would show him not to twist her words.

      But Rick only shook his head, a strange smile appearing on his lips. “Yes, the Bible is an amazing book, the Book of Matthew in particular, where the Beatitudes are found. One of them says ‘Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth.’ Meek and humble mean the same thing, don’t they?”

      Charity felt color draining from her face. He’d as much as accused her of having no humility. She searched madly for some appropriate retort, something to put this arrogant fool in his place, but she finally ran out of steam. “Oh…just forget it. Did you have some real purpose here, or did you just come to bother me?”

      Rick made a negative sound and didn’t meet her gaze when he said, “I didn’t know you’d be here.”

      “Then why are you here? Really?”

      “I thought it would be quiet at the site with the holiday and all.” He shrugged and took a few steps toward his black extended cab pickup. Over his shoulder he said, “I came to pray.”

      To pray? Charity still reeled from Rick’s words, even as she watched him dump his tools in the truck and drive from the church lot. Part of her wanted to offer him good riddance, while the other part wished to pepper him with questions. It made no sense that he would have such a problem with churches and yet come to pray at the deserted church lot. Come to think of it, why was he praying at all if he didn’t attend church? And how was he quoting Scripture if he didn’t hear it every week in sermons?

      Was it possible for him to have faith, even if he didn’t teach Sunday school or sing in the choir or, at the very minimum, attend Sunday services regularly? She just didn’t know.

      And equally confusing was how he seemed so intent on twisting everything she said to make her look bad. It was as if he wanted to make some statement, but whatever it was, she wasn’t getting it.

      At least he hadn’t pushed the issue of the Westin baby or any nastiness from her past regarding Andrew. Maybe he didn’t know as much as she’d first suspected. The relief that pushed a heavy breath from her lungs surprised her. Why did it matter so much that a near stranger didn’t know about her less than shining past?

      Gardening having lost its appeal, Charity gathered up her tools and crossed to her car. She refused to acknowledge the voice inside that questioned her leaving right then, when the church grounds were finally empty and she could work alone.

      She needed to get home and rest; that was it. The excuse was sure easier to swallow than that she was still bothered by that conversation with Rick. And not just the mini scriptural debate, either. She’d had plenty of those over the years, and she could hold her own against all but the best-trained biblical scholars. Far more troubling was how enjoyable she’d found chatting with Rick and planting with him side by side.

      The image of his startling blue eyes, with character lines crinkling at the corners, stole into her thoughts. How light and sparkling those eyes appeared when Rick laughed. How anger darkened that color at least two shades. She knew. She’d seen—and probably inspired—both reactions.

      Suppressing that image took more energy than should have been necessary, but she’d accomplished it by the time she’d closed the car’s trunk. Obviously, she had to be a little friendly with him to accomplish her mission of bringing him to church, but she wasn’t supposed to enjoy herself so much. She admonished herself to focus on her Christian duty rather than the handsome prospect as she climbed behind the wheel.

      But that didn’t stop her from jerking her head sharply toward the sound of gravel being shot up at the end of the long church drive. Her pulse slowed only when inside the cloud of dust, she saw Andrew’s car instead of a pickup. You just didn’t want to argue with him again, she told herself, trying hard to believe it.

      Obviously on the return ride from the hospital, Serena sat next to her husband, and a plastic handle from an infant car seat protruded from the center back seat. As they passed, Andrew stopped and rolled down his car window. Charity pressed her foot to the brake and hit the automatic window button.

      A head full of dark curls suddenly pressed up against the back of Andrew’s seat, Tessa’s tiny hand waving madly through the crack between the door-frame and the headrest. “Hi, Miss Charity. We have a new baby brother.”

      Teaching the Tiny Tot Sunday school class did have its advantages, like getting to know sweet little kids like this one. “That’s great, Tessa. I heard you’re a big sister. Boy, that’s an important job.”

      “It sure is,” the kindergartner announced and sat back to fuss over the bundle in the car seat.

      Andrew shook his head, his grin so big his cheeks had to ache. “Are you having a good holiday, Charity?”

      “Not as good as yours, having your family home again.” Charity leaned forward so she could see the youth minister’s wife. “Welcome home, Serena. I bet you’re glad to be back.” It was surprising how much easier it was to have a friendly conversation with the other woman after having served as her nurse. Until now, they’d been polite but not overly friendly.

      “I’m looking forward to having food with flavor in it. The hospital menu was pretty bland, but I guess you already know that,” Serena said just as Seth started fussing from Tessa’s overzealous attention. “Oh, I forgot the sleepless nights. Looking forward to those, too.”

      Charity laughed with her. Not that she wouldn’t mind walking the floors a few hours with her own colicky newborn, but she refused to be envious today. It only exhausted her. “Let me know if you need anything,” she said and found that she meant it.

      With a few waves and an increasing volume of newborn wails, the Westins drove past to park near the old barn behind the house. Charity continued out of the drive, her thoughts still on the family climbing out of the small car.

      The Westins had given her an idea. Sure, she needed to continue her mission to bring Rick to church, but she shouldn’t focus her ministry СКАЧАТЬ