Amish Snowflakes: Volume Three: Saved by a Convoy by Sicily Yoder & Sicily Farmer

Author:Sicily Yoder & Sicily Farmer [Yoder, Sicily]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: The Amish Garden
Published: 2013-04-19T04:00:00+00:00

~CHAPTER TWELVE~

Ben Zook sat in the white rocking chair on the porch of Our Front Porch in Shipshewana and listened to the paramedic’s radio blurt the news of the chase for the black van.

And his great-granddaughters.

Just like The Shipshewana Country Store that nestled in Our Front Porch’s huge store, his granddaughters had been a hidden treasure. And that was why he’d been so keen on Elijah. His granddaughter needed the daed of her kinner, not Jeremiah Troyer. Ben had always thought that God intended for a child to have both parents, even when one had left.

Because of sin.

Ben’s face tensed, outlining his jaw muscles, and he tried to hide his anger as he pushed his hands along the sides of his pocketless blue work pants, drawing fists on each side. Anger wasn’t right in a Christian man, but it had filled his body this morning. He gritted his teeth and watched the busy gossipers. They needed to go away and mind their own business. They knew that the Old Order Amish were private people.

Or did they? Ben had to ask himself. Had he gotten too friendly with the local men to give a false impression of a close-knit friendship? Ben slowly scanned the front porch men from left to right: Frank Smith had done business with him since his kinner were small, and Frank had been the first outsider on the scene when his barn had burned down. He was even on the local fire department with him. They’d shared lots of smoke and sorrow.

But lots of praise too. Miracles. Plain miracles: stories of God’s protection for families that prayed while trapped in flaming homes. To the right of Frank was Leroy Taylor: also on the fire department. He was also a Godly man. To his right was long, brown-haired and full-bearded, Hank Thompson. He had only lived in town for a few years. His “Volunteer Firefighter” shirt stuck out today.

As did his radio blaring the fight of some truckers to get the twins to safety.

But not God’s safety. God had different plans for the twins, and ben knew it. As many times that Ben and these men had fought fires, cut people out of upside-down cars, their faith should be solid and firm.

It wasn’t. And it wasn’t just Ben that was feeling afraid of the fate for the twins. His fellow first responders were keeping their distance from him for the first time. They knew that the world of the Englisch and the world of the Plain folks had collided, and for the first time, he was apart from his colleagues. They were siding with rescuing the twins.

Ben was siding with not rescuing the twins.

A quick breeze trickled across the long white porch of Our Front Porch and ruffled a couple fragments of hair atop all the men’s heads, except Hank, who appeared to have run out of the house with a wet head.

Typical of first responders. Their job was to rescue. Ben understood that, although it felt odd to be apart from the mission, to be peeled away from his team.

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