A New Novel? Why Not? (Conclusion – For Now)


Chapter 2

Nineteen years later


The following morning, I tapped lightly on the brass knocker of Jamie’s door at 9:31 AM. My razor-sharp creased gray pants and light blue button-down oxford shirt upgraded my look from the previous night’s showing. A dozen long-stemmed red roses tucked under my arm added what I thought was the proper atonement for the situation.

As the door opened, I bowed on my right knee and held up the roses as a peace offering.

Jamie stifled a laugh with the back of her hand and leaned forward, taking the flowers. I glanced up at her. She looked stunning in her light blue shirtdress which framed her figure in such a way she appeared godly and sexy at the same time. Both were a natural part of her makeup.

I stood up and when I did, I looked over her shoulder. What I saw stunned me. There on the green Queen Anne loveseat and matching sofa in the living room sat mama, an associate pastor, and a church elder.

I squeezed her hand.

“I thought we were going to do some quiet talking over breakfast, just the two of us?”

Biting her lower lip, Jamie hesitated for a beat or two.

“Sugar, we need wise counsel, don’t we?”

I call it a prophetic glimpse when a person can see what is about to take place before it transpires. And in Jamie’s momentary hesitation, I had a peek into the future through a vision which played out in front of my eyes like a quick Technicolor video.

“Yes, of course,” I said, resigning myself to what I saw.

I held her hand as we walked into the living room. There, I first greeted the two men with handshakes, each standing to look me in the eyes. I bent over to give mama a hug and light kiss. Amid the greetings, Jamie disappeared into the kitchen to put the flowers in a vase. Upon returning, she sat next to mama on the loveseat. I motioned with my hands for everyone to sit down.

As I walked toward the creek stone fireplace, I could not resist peeking in the gold framed mirror above the walnut mantle to check out what everybody was doing behind my back. Their faces looked grim as they eyed each other. Jamie gritted her teeth and clasped her hands in her lap.

I knew it would be hard for anyone to understand my angelic experience, but what was my alternative? I turned to face the group.

“Pastor Reed,” I said, “would you pray for us before I relate what happened yesterday afternoon?”

“Yes, Luke,” said the gray haired associate pastor who I suspected dressed in a black suit, matching tie, and white shirt seven days a week, even on fishing trips.

“Heavenly Father, we ask for Your grace and mercy to fall upon us this morning as we gather to seek You. We pray that the Spirit of Truth will enlighten us to hear Your voice. We ask this in Jesus’ name, Amen.”

I shared my experience with them, describing the angel’s appearance, his words, and the struggle I had with the whole incident. Upon finishing, I asked if anybody had any questions.

“Luke, what are you planning on doing?” Pastor Reed asked in a hushed voice.

“Tomorrow, I will resign from the ministry. Then, as soon as possible I plan on moving to California and becoming a car salesman.”

“Oh, sweetie,” said mama, choking back her emotions, “what about your marriage to Jamie? And why must you turn your back on your career? God wouldn’t ask you to do that, would He?”

Jamie reached for her hand to comfort her.

“Mom, I’m sorry. This is not any easy time for me. It’s devastating. And as far as Jamie and I are concerned, I’d hope she’d want to come along with me. What about it, Jamie?”

I already knew the answer because I saw it in the prophetic glimpse, but I hoped my interpretation proved wrong.

Jamie looked at the platinum engagement ring with the marquise-cut solitary diamond on her left hand. Tears streamed down her smooth cheeks as she slowly removed the ring.

“I love you Luke, I really do. But I believe you are deceived and that the angel was not from God, but instead was one of Satan’s angels of light. Darling, you are throwing away your calling, your career, and I don’t want any part of it. If you are going to California, it will be without me.”

“And furthermore,” Jamie added, “Pastor Reed and Elder Quincy feel the same way.  They were – ”

I cut her off.

“Is that true?”

I turned to face the associate pastor and elder. Both nodded their heads in agreement but said nothing. I raised my hands in surrender.

Then I spun around and walked toward the door. With one hand on the brass knob, I looked back.

“Jamie, I love you, but I have to follow what I believe God has called me to do. I wish this could have played out differently. I really do.”

She nodded and looked away from my furious eyes. This time I slammed the door behind me.

(The above is the fourth part of  Chapter 2 for a new novel I’m writing, The Day LA Died, © Larry Nevenhoven, 2012.)

(Conclusion – for now)



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11 responses to “A New Novel? Why Not? (Conclusion – For Now)

  1. Thrilling! I can’t remember blinking, till I got to the end! 🙂
    This very engaging piece is also very revealing. Wise counsel seemed lacking, even with the presence of mum and elder. Jamie should have thought for herself… I’m begining to have imaginations. Really putting myself in the shoes of the writer. That shows how good this piece of work is. I was engrossed in your sweet descriptive approach, it was totally fascinating. The description of the roses, the position of the roses, …everything seems beautiful to me. Welldone! 🙂

  2. Caddo,

    Thanks. Wow works wonders with me. (Just a little alliteration for now.)

  3. teeceecounsel,

    Thanks. You’ve made my day. God bless you.

  4. I’m like teeceecounsel, having trouble separating this from reality, that these aren’t real folks! This isn’t just good writing, it’s good teaching too. Thanks for letting us read, Mr. Larry!

  5. Debbie,

    Thanks. When you have more than a few experiences, you can easily write them as fiction.

  6. T I wondered as I read if this was not at least partially real and personal. With your creative imagination one never knows.

    I learned a valuable lesson the other day that relates, though maybe distantly, to the subject in your story – the relationship side.

    I have always thought it the obligation of the offender to convince the offended of the sincerity of the offenders regret – a presentation of roses on the bended knee for example. It is definitely part of the patching process.

    But consider another part – the part I just learned. What if the offended ‘keeps no record of the wrong’? Instead of the offender bending over backwards to relieve himself of his guilt, the offended, keeping no record of wrong, bends over backwards to relieve the offender of his guilt.

    I can’t write with imagination like you. Believe me, this came from a very real event. To put it simply, I was offended. I wanted my offender to bend over backwards to patch. The next morning I read 1 Cor. 13: 4 – 8a over and over and over. The part of keeping no record of wrongs challenged me. I thought of all times I had been the offender and bent over backwards to patch. And then it dawned on me. What a difference it would have made if I had been met with a no record of wrong approach. Instead of carrying guilt, being relieved of it.

    Hope you can make sense of this.

  7. Mike,

    What an awesome revelation! I shared it with Carol and she loved it, too. You should write this on your blog. It is one of the best ever.

  8. That’s funny. I had considered having u delete it for re a r of it not making sense. I will try to do it a little better justice when i post it on my site. We are on our anniversary trip – the one we thought about the palm springs trip for but have ended up in Florida instead.

    All for now,


  9. HI ,MORNDAY HI,,DOT,BLESSING YOUR PAGE…..“Thus says the LORD, your Redeemer, the Holy One of Israel: ‘I am the LORD your God, who teaches you to profit, who leads you in the way you should go.’” Isaiah 48:17 (ESV)

    Are you waking up today with a serious case of the Mondays? Does your life feel like a prison that is keeping you bound in chains of grief, shame, guilt, and sin? Sometimes we need a good reminder of how free we are and why praise and thankfulness should always be on our lips.

    “Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in Christ with every spiritual blessing in the heavenly places, even as he chose us in him before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and blameless before him. In love he predestined us for adoption as sons through Jesus Christ, according to the purpose of his will, to the praise of his glorious grace, with which he has blessed us in the Beloved. In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of our trespasses, according to the riches of his grace, which he lavished upon us, in all wisdom and insight making known to us the mystery of his will, according to his purpose, which he set forth in Christ as a plan for the fullness of time, to unite all things in him, things in heaven and things on earth.” (Ephesians 1:3-10, ESV)

  10. sisterdot56,

    Amen. We need to crank you up and put you in the midst of a crowd of people. God bless you today.

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