Daniel

Phil leaned against the car, his body close to Harmony’s, but his gaze staring off into the distance. “I don’t think you should have been asked to leave the shelter,” he said softly. She looked at the back of his head. “Um, I wasn’t exactly asked, and weren’t you the one who told me to pack?” “Well, it’s possible we were wrong. It’s not your fault, all this business about your boy. In fact, I’d like to help, if you’d like that.” “If I’d like it? What are you going to do to help?” He turned to her then, still leaning against the car, his weight now mostly on his elbow, and his face less than a foot from hers. “Well, the thing is Harmony, you’re a beautiful woman, and well, I could be persuaded, if you’d like, to talk to the elders about getting you back into the shelter.” Harmony leaned in closer to him. “Really?” “Sure could. The only thing is, well, you’d have to tell your boy to stop praying for people in public, stop trying to heal them. Then this can all go away.” He leaned even closer to her, his face now inches from hers, and he lightly dragged one fingertip down her arm. “What do you think about that?” “I think you should come inside,” Harmony said, and swung her long, bare legs off the car’s hood. ( - ) Open Door Church has served as a homeless shelter for more than a decade, but when their pastor dies unexpectedly, it's up to Galen and Maggie to take up the reins and keep the ministry going, which won't be easy, as newcomers seem intent on tearing it down. And then there’s young Daniel, who seems to be working miracles in their midst, which of course, isn’t possible. Or is it? "Open Door Church has served as a homeless shelter for more than a decade, but when their pastor dies unexpectedly, those who remain struggle to take up the reins to keep the ministry going. And then there's young Daniel, who seems to be working miracles in their midst, which of course, isn't possible. Or is it?"--Page 4 of cover