The Calling

Nathan Kendall was a kidnapped Amish farm boy kneeling on the concrete of a Pump N’ Pay station and working feverishly to stop an injured store clerk from bleeding out. “Am I gonna die?” the kid kept saying, as Nate stripped off his tee-shirt and applied pressure to the blood spurting from the leg wound, while removing his shoestrings with his free hand. “You’re going to be okay,” he replied, tightening the makeshift tourniquet. Nathan remembered the relief on the boy’s face, as his grandfather’s Thunderbird roared away from the scene, and he looked at the blood caked on his own hands with a sense that God had just sent him a calling.

 

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Book Details

Pages

250 Pages

Language

English

Year Released

2020, Revised 2022

About The Author

Karen Deeds

Karen Deeds

Graduating from the University of Toledo in 1992 with a Bachelor of Arts in English Literature and Anthropology, Karen has always had a passion for writing and culture. Using historically accurate depictions of her subject matter, Karen writes fictional stories with a factual element.

Rae had to bite her tongue to keep from snapping at Joas when he came down to the breakfast table with a cheery, “Gute morgan!” She was almost glad that Nathan had spent the night with Eli Bontrager’s son, Eli, because he would have surely questioned her dour expression. She wasn’t fond of Nathan hanging out at young Eli’s house, when his father was absent. Eli the elder was kindly to her only child, while his wife, Rebekah, always found some fault to report the next day. But Joas had had enough of the daily talk of Nathan’s desire to go to high school with his best friend, Sam McKenny, whose parents were dear friends but more worldly. Joas felt a night spent among godly people like the Bontragers might set his son’s mind right. “But I like school, Dad!” Nathan would always say. “Sam is going to play football, and win a scholarship to law school. I don’t want to miss out on that.” And like always his mother said, “What would it hurt?” To which Joas would recite the same thing his father had said to him, when he had asked to go on to Kendalville High. “You are going to farm the land. You only need an eighth grade education for that.” He had to admit he was weakening, but summer wasn’t over yet.

Joas smiled to himself whenever he thought of his precocious son. It was only yesterday, while birding, that Nathan put his binoculars down, and said with a zealous glint in his eyes, “I want to find more birds than David Kline did!”

“Ja, it is a good bird book.”