The rain picked up as Zachary Carver walked back from the deli. The pastor of the First Presbyterian Church of Barley, Pennsylvania, held his umbrella in one hand and a paper bag containing his lunch in the other. His stomach rumbled, but with the rain coming down this hard he knew he better check the buckets in the sanctuary to make sure they weren’t close to overflowing before he ate his lunch. He passed by Samuel’s Garden a few feet from the church’s front steps. Janine had picked the spot. “It will be right outside his daddy’s church,” were her
Mysterious Ways
