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Three Nuggets of Wisdom
“What’s the matter, son?”
“Oh, I don’t know, feeling sort of homesick I guess.” Randy bit his hand. “Miss a girl back home.”
“Well, don’t bite the hand that feeds you, who art in heaven, our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ,” laughed Reverend Hershel Beam. “I understand. This is a God-forsaken land.” The older minister scanned the landscape. The pasture was a rolling patchwork of brown-green in October with flowers in bloom along the slopes of olive and carob trees.
“Yes, I know. I’ll be all right.”
“Whenever I’m feeling down or sad, I go to the bible for inspiration and guidance. I call it my preacher comforts. The bible is a wondrous thing, Randy, a gift from God.” Reverend Beam took from his back pocket his King James Bible. “I never leave home without it.”
