"Angels- 02 - The Trouble With Angels" - читать интересную книгу автора (Macomber Debbie)

УLetТs take a look at Paul,Ф Gabriel suggested, and raised his massive wings. With a wave of his huge arms, the clouds parted, and the scene that had once been inaccessible and unclear unfolded in vivid colors. The setting, appropriately so, was the church building itself.

Goodness scanned the polished wooden pews and saw no one. The area around the altar was empty as well.

УThatТs Paul at the organ,Ф Gabriel explained.

Goodness found him in the choir loft. He must have sat down only recently because no music swelled through the church. No song of joy or triumph. Goodness heard only an empty silence.

УHis wife played the organ for the church,Ф Gabriel explained.

УAh.Ф Goodness wasnТt sure she understood, but if Paul Morris found some whit of comfort sitting on a bench with his hands poised over the old ivory keys, she could find no harm in it.

УWhat youТre hearing is a symphony of emotions,Ф Gabriel explained. УA ballad of loneliness.Ф

Goodness strained her ears and still heard nothing. She inserted her index finger into her ear and jerked it back and forth several times.

GabrielТs hand on her shoulder stopped her. УI didnТt mean for you to take that literally. The music is coming from his grief. From the deepest, darkest corner of his heart.Ф

УOh.Ф Goodness felt foolish now.

УWait and watch,Ф Gabriel instructed her. УIТll be back soon.Ф

Goodness had a long list of questions, but apparently none of them were important because Gabriel was gone in the blink of an eye. The prayer ambassador was left alone, watching the lonely, hurting human below. Sadly, she was powerless to do anything more than observe.



Paul Morris slipped from the organ bench and headed for the church office. A glance at his watch told him he was already ten minutes late for his meeting with the worship committee. He hadnТt meant for the time to slip away like that and, with renewed purpose, increased his pace.

Leta Johnson, his secretary, leaped from her chair the instant he walked into the office. УYouТre late,Ф she announced, following him across the room.

УI know. I apologize.Ф

УThe committeeТs in the conference room,Ф she said, and handed him a sheaf of papers. УI believe theyТve started without you.Ф

In times past, Paul might have been offended that the committee would see fit to begin without him. But, frankly, he was relieved and hoped that theyТd completed the business at hand. It would save him the burden of having to sit through yet another endless, boring meeting.

Unfortunately it didnТt happen that way. An hour later the meeting adjourned and the two elders and three worship leaders were on their way out of the conference room. Paul stayed behind, gathering up the last of the paperwork. He looked up to find Steve Tenny watching him.

Paul offered the elder a warm smile. The two men had been good friends for a number of years. УHowТs it going, Steve?Ф he asked conversationally.

УGreat. Is Joe coming home for Christmas?Ф

The ache in PaulТs heart lightened at the mention of his son. УHeТll be here next week sometime.Ф

УItТll be good to see him.Ф

Paul was counting the days. JoeТs arrival from college and the three weeks he was scheduled to spend at home was the one bright spot in PaulТs Christmas season.

УI imagine youТll be getting together with Bethany.Ф