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Johns mission on this earth as the forerunner of Christ was a great one, but he knew he was not the Great One. John couldnt save; he pointed the way toward the One who could. John baptized with water, but the One he pointed to would baptize with the Holy Spirit. For salvation we can look only to Christ, as John states in chapter 20, verse 31, But these are written, that ye might believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God; and that believing, ye might have life through his name.
Charlie could not get Pastor Millers words out of her mind. He made it sound simple, but it was all so foreign to her. Salvation, the need to be saved, even words and phrases like forerunner and life through His name, were not in her vocabulary.
Charlie had tried to read Seans Bible in an attempt to please the husband who meant so much to her, but very little of it had made sense. She hoped that as her reading skills improved, more would become clear. Charlie wouldnt have hesitated to ask Sean what something meant in the newspaper, but his Bible was different.
She was afraid to let him know just how limited her knowledge of the Bible was. He said he wasnt going to leave her, but in many ways Sean was just too good to be true, and Charlie was still just a little afraid she would wake up someday and find him gone.
thirty-four
Two weeks later Charlie awoke to discover she was alone in bed. She lay still and tried to calm her frantic heart. She and Sean always got up together. Even when one was awake first, the other lay quietly and waited for the other to waken.
Charlies mind was racing. It wasnt Sunday, so she knew Sean was not feeding the stock, and the stillness of the house told her he was not fixing breakfast.
Charlie rose from the bed and stood clutching the front of her nightgown, not wanting to face what she had feared from the moment Patrick left town. She walked out to the kitchen on limbs that were stiff with dread, limbs that came alive with action when she spotted the note on the table.
Charlotte,
Ive gone to Duncans. Hartley has been in touch, but hes gone now. Ill be home soon, so stay where you are. Stay out of the livery, and for my peace of mind, dont even answer the door.
Sean
Charlie read the note through twice before running to the bedroom with plans to disobey her husbands every word.
About what time did you hear the noise? Duncan asked Sean.
It was just beginning to get light, so I guess around 4:30.
Duncan consulted his pocket watch. Its been two hours; theres no point in trying to track him now.
Do you think hes hit the bank?