Father Myron, a Novel

Myron Zorgerman was raised a good Assemblies of Christboy. His religious heritage extended three generations there, and Myronsmom was sure that God wished all churches were Assemblies of Christ. Now in his sixth year of a four-year AC Bible collegenot really a stellarstudentMyron muddled through in search of that slippery diploma. Lulu and Brownie were unchurched eightand nine-year-old half-sisters. When their mother, Dolly, enrolled them in a Vacation Bible School at theLutheran Church, the girls were exposed to scripture for the fi rst time. Theyeagerly memorized the daily verses to win a Jesus pencil. The girls took theliteral approach to biblical hermeneutics. When Jesus said, I was in prisonand ye came unto me, the girls wandered unnoticed at the local policestation, found themselves in a cell block and standing face-to-face with aprisonersix feet nine, 340 pounds, and bearing a tattoo of Anton LaVeyon his right forearm. His name was BeastHi, Beast, Im Lulu!Hi, Beast, Im Brownie!When Jesus said, I was a stranger and ye took me in, the girls invited Beastto live at their apartment when he got out of jail. And if no ones home,Beast, Mom keeps a hide-a-key over the door. Just come on in!Myrons life and ministry took on a new dimension when he caught theessence of childlike faith and innocence from these two little girls andlearned that God hath hid the things of the kingdom from the wise andprudent and hath revealed them unto babes.