Adelphi may be a small town, but it houses a treasure that cannot be measured. When Bill McFar comes to town in search of a payload, he finds what he wants beneath the Adelphi hillside: a source of petroleum. But McFar's oil lies beneath something important to the people of Adelphi. On that grassy hillside rests a big wooden cross that represents the hope of the people, and inspires them as they go about their daily lives. No one in Adelphi wants the cross to move to facilitate McFar's greed. But he's powerful. And adamant. Will McFar get his way and uproot this beacon, offending the traditions and faith of the townspeople? Or will the story of the cross cause things to turn out another way altogether...?
This is a new book that is selling good.
O
nce upon a time there was a unique and quaint little town by the name of Adelphi. One thing that made this small town unique and quaint was that the residents who live there all know each other, and not only do they know each other, they like each other and treat one another like family whether or not they are related.
Now this small town of Adelphi is located on a county highway and many travelers on their way to a larger town, or just out for a Sunday drive, venture through the town and occasionally are drawn by the quaintness they sense there, stop for gasoline, or a meal at Doodles Restaurant and have a chat with the locals. Doodles was not only in the center of town, it was the communication hub of the town. The residents gathered here to swap stories and share the latest news, and share in each other’s daily needs, and they were always happy when travelers stopped by and always treated them like extended family.
The residents of Adelphi were very proud of their tight-knit community, of their beloved restaurant, but they were also very proud of what stood across the street from Doodles. Peering through the plate glass windows from any table or booth, one could see an old, yet majestic wooden cross that stood steadfastly on the grassy hillside directly across the street. Every day as the residents shared their stories of hardship, sin, fear, doubt and even guilt, they could look out at the cross and, somehow, it tells them that no matter what they are going through, in the end it will all be ok. No…it will be better than ok. It will be good. Just a glance at that cross gives the residents hope to go on day after day no matter what life tosses their way. The cross is a symbol of the townspeople’s faith, and it strengthens them, helping them to remember and rely upon God’s precious grace.
| Language | Status |
|---|---|
|
French
|
Already translated.
Translated by Pedro Pablo Perez Aguero
|
|
German
|
Already translated.
Translated by Pedro Pablo Perez Aguero
|
|
Italian
|
Already translated.
Translated by Pedro Pablo Perez Aguero
|
|
Portuguese
|
Already translated.
Translated by Priscila de Paula Franco
|
|
Spanish
|
Already translated.
Translated by Pedro Pablo Perez Aguero
|
