is the link between a philandering
televangelist and the first man to set foot on Mars? Why should the
President-elect of the United States attempt to conceal the identity of
who kidnapped and murdered his infant son? And what on earth has all
this to do
with Charles Lindbergh, the Great American Hero?
No wonder everyone loved him.
It was a good crop tonight; more than a dozen
converts anxious to be saved. That was what Timmy always called it: a
crop. He had planted the seeds of the love of Jesus in their hearts, he
said, and now he was reaping the harvest. No doubt about that, she
allowed herself to think irreverently. The harvest had been rich
indeed. Helen chided herself for the thought. Wasn't he doing God's
work? And didn't the Good Book say that the laborer was worthy of his
hire? All those people who said it was wrong for a preacher to be so
wealthy, to drive expensive cars and live in grand houses - they were
just jealous, that was all.
At last the final new-born Christian received his
blessing, and the Reverend Timothy Grayson launched into his
invocation. Less an invocation, really, than an exhortation to the
faithful to get out their check books and send more money. Well,
thought Helen defensively, everyone had to live.