When Paul Knight joins the members of Olive U, the group instantly jumps from local cover band to sought-after opener at concerts across the nation. The problem is Paul may not know the Lord as well as he claims.
After a tornado of historic proportions rips through Kansas, an elderly Baptist preacher, Ron Best, faces challenges to his doctrinal beliefs and failure after failure in his ministry. But the Holy Spirit keeps pushing him forward.
Olive U is the story of how God brings these men together for Christmas Eve on the wind-swept Kansas Plains.
Excerpt:
10:30
am, Sunday
60,000 feet over south-central Kansas
The atmosphere over south-central Kansas roiled and
churned. At the surface, hugging the expanse of flat, green farmland, cool, dry
air was pushing down from Canada. Above, warm, moisture-laden air from the Gulf
of Mexico pushed back. Clouds formed where the air masses met; vapors condensed
out of the tropical incursion. Lightning zigged across the heavens, flashing
between building cumulus formations, and thunder rolled across the prairie. As
the moisture condensed out of the atmosphere, heat was expended and pockets of
supercooled air swirled and rushed toward Earth's surface in icy blasts. This
activity increased the rate of condensation; the air became increasingly
unsettled. Thunderheads rocketed into the stratosphere.
The first
big, cold raindrops evaporated in the dry layer of air underlying the tropical
incursion. The first small hailstones, which formed high above in those
supercooled pockets, bounced harmlessly amid the crops. A drop or two of rain
plopped to the ground. Then, heavy rain fell suddenly, reducing visibility to
mere feet.
Where
the warmer air overrode the Canadian cold front, the atmosphere rolled like the
business end of a combine, spinning horizontally amid the chaos. Whether
influenced by the cold down-bursts, the rain, or some unknown force, only God
knew, but the rolling columns of wind soon began to stand vertically on end,
and the first funnel clouds loomed dark and ominous above the worried creatures
below. Fear on Earth blossomed like the dark thunderheads above.
About
then, distant weather observers first took notice of the activity as their
reporting instruments began displaying troublesome data. This storm was early —
early in the season and early in the day. And the speed with which the activity
grew in power alarmed the inexperienced observers who were monitoring the
equipment for the National Oceanic and Atmospheric Administration this Sunday
morning. They hesitated, however, before sounding the alarm—wanting confirmation
from senior scientists before they caused a needless panic. By the time the
first alerts were broadcast over television and radio stations, and the civil
defense alarms began to wail in the widely scattered small towns on the Kansas
plains, one funnel had touched down, briefly, in an empty field. Minutes later,
some of Earth's residents witnessed the birth of an awesome monster.
For
a moment, there was silence—no birds, no wind, no rain, no thunder—nothing. The
sky took on an odd, greenish hue. Then, day became night—as if someone had
flicked a switch. A haunting, low-pitched roar began to build from somewhere.
In a few seconds, the sound was like a locomotive that was powered by all the
angry bees on earth. In the next flash of lightning, the super-funnel was visible,
dropping from the darkness above. Then, the sky opened. Rain fell in a deluge. The
wind roared and thunder cracked sharply. The dark outline of the funnel became
a tornado of historic proportions, a mile and a quarter across at its base,
nurturing winds that left nothing
behind.
Congratulations on the new imprint and a riveting new story. Best to everyone! Doris
ReplyDeleteI really enjoy this book. David sure has a way of describing things!
ReplyDeleteCheryl
Wow it sounds like the storm that ripped through this part of Iowa and Nebraska last month. Many houses still have pock marked siding and busted out windows and shingles missing from their roofs. some folks in Blair said the hailstones were big enough to do some real damage to folk's heads who were caught out in the storm. One man claimed it was surely the end of days. Just like the tornado you describe in your new release, It came up fast with very little warning. Congratulations!
ReplyDeleteCheryl and Livia -- How exciting for you both to have yet ANOTHER publishing imprint!!! These are exciting times for PRP. ;-)
ReplyDeleteDavid,
ReplyDeleteThis is the part of your excerpt that made the hair on my arms stand up:
"For a moment, there was silence—no birds, no wind, no rain, no thunder—nothing."
I've experienced that moment. Terrifying, to say the least.
Congratulations on the new imprint! Exciting times, indeed!
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