Father Myron, A Novel

Myron Zorgerman was raised a good Assemblies of Christ boy. His religious heritage extended three generations there, and Myron's mom was sure that God wished all churches were Assemblies of Christ. Now in his sixth year of a four-year AC Bible college-not really a stellar student-Myron muddled through in search of that slippery diploma. Lulu and Brownie were unchurched eight-and nine-year-old half-sisters. When their mother, Dolly, enrolled them in a Vacation Bible School at the Lutheran Church, the girls were exposed to scripture for the fi rst time. They eagerly memorized the daily verses to win a Jesus pencil. The girls took the literal approach to biblical hermeneutics. When Jesus said, "I was in prison and ye came unto me," the girls wandered unnoticed at the local police station, found themselves in a cell block and standing face-to-face with a prisoner-six feet nine, 340 pounds, and bearing a tattoo of Anton LaVey on his right forearm. His name was Beast "Hi, Beast, I'm Lulu!" "Hi, Beast, I'm Brownie!" When Jesus said, "I was a stranger and ye took me in," the girls invited Beast to live at their apartment when he got out of jail. "And if no one's home, Beast, Mom keeps a hide-a-key over the door. Just come on in!" Myron's life and ministry took on a new dimension when he caught the essence of childlike faith and innocence from these two little girls and learned that God hath hid the things of the kingdom from the wise and prudent and hath revealed them unto babes.