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Well, maybe youre right, Bobbie went on with a show of disappointment that could have convinced an audience at any theater. They are young and Ive heard that neither one of you has the least bit of control where Wes and Paige are concerned. So I guess its for the best.
Whats that supposed to mean? Troy demanded.
Only that you take a toy every time you go see them and are spoiling them rotten. And Ive heard that Dad cant bring himself to say no, so they get away with everything when theyre with him.
Bobbie might have gotten away with her bald-faced lies if she hadnt dropped in a chair just then and begun filing her nails with far more deliberation than necessary. She was a study in concentration until Troy sailed a sofa pillow across the room and hit her in the head. Bobbie whipped it back at lightning speed, catching her brother totally off-guard.
Smiling with satisfaction, Bobbie growled in her gruffest voice, Now, do my niece and nephew go with us or do I have to get rough with you?
They can come, they can come! Troy cried in mock terror.
You still have to ask Alice, Jake reminded Bobbie.
I thought you might ask her. Shes always been putty in your hands.
Jake smiled at the description. It was true. He had always been close to his oldest daughter, even though she was painfully shy. She was more open with him than she was with Maryanne or her siblings, and Jake had always nurtured their relationship. The only thing to ever come between them was Jakes decision for Christ. Alice had been very hurt when her father had explained how he had come to see his need for salvation.
But what have you been up until now, Dad, if you havent been a Christian? Alice had asked.
Ive been someone who thought I could get to heaven if I did my best and watched my step. I was leaving Jesus Christ completely out of the picture.
So what youre saying is, if a person is good, it still wont be enough?
Thats right, honey, the Bible says we get to heaven Gods way, and thats through the death of His Son, Jesus Christ, who died to take away our sins.
Thats barbaric! I cant believe God would spurn our efforts just because we didnt choose to believe something so awful as Christs death on the cross! Ive read the Bibles account of the crucifixion, and, Dad, you cant tell me that God would honor such a horrendous act against His own Son!
Jake had gone on to explain the best he could but Alice would have none of it. They had parted on good terms, but Jakes heart had been heavy. He found himself wishing they had attended Pastor Kellers church years before, when Alice had been younger and possibly more receptive to the gospel.