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    Jesus and the Cabin
    Jesus and the Cabin
    Jesus and the Cabin
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    Jesus and the Cabin

    By J. Charles Morgan

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    A young man struggles to find his way through his passion
    for the outdoors and the family cabin, while still satisfying
    his religious obligations that his beloved grandmother so
    endears. Ultimately, he must choose and the price he pays to
    understand it is the greatest of his life.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTrafford Publishing
    Release dateAug 3, 2011
    ISBN9781426988462
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      Jesus and the Cabin - J. Charles Morgan

      © Copyright 2011 J. Charles Morgan.

      All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without the written prior permission of the author.

      Printed in the United States of America.

      ISBN: 978-1-4269-8845-5 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4269-8846-2 (e)

      Trafford rev. 07/27/2011

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      Contents

      CHAPTER ONE

      SCHOOL DAYS

      CHAPTER TWO

      Milestones

      CHAPTER THREE

      FOURTH AND TEN

      CHAPTER FOUR

      CONFIRMATION

      CHAPTER FIVE

      OPENING DAY

      CHAPTER SIX

      OBLIGATIONS

      CHAPTER SEVEN

      MOVING ON

      CHAPTER EIGHT

      COLLEGE LIFE

      CHAPTER NINE

      WELCOME TO REAL LIFE

      CHAPTER TEN

      PASSING TIME

      CHAPTER ELEVEN

      A DREADFUL DAY

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      CHAPTER ONE

      SCHOOL DAYS

      The smell of fresh paint, new carpet and floor wax was everywhere. As I walked down that long hallway toward the classroom that would be my home away from home for the next nine months or so I couldn’t help but think about what this year would bring. There were lots of kids roaming aimlessly through the halls, obviously confused about where they should be. Some were escorted by their mothers, some by fathers and some by both. I had been dropped off at the front door by my grandmother. My mom was working on this first day of school. I knew I needed to find room 401, which according to the massive man standing at the door when I walked in, was at the very end of the hall. Shouldn’t be a problem finding that. As I got close to the room a very pretty and helpful lady showed me where to hang my coat and hat. She then told me to go into the room and find an empty desk. I grabbed my bag, which was full of new supplies, purchased and the local Ben Franklin store, and headed inside.

      The room was bright and smelled like new wax. It was the same smell that greeted me when I came in the front door. As I looked around the room I recognized some of my friends from last year. I quickly noticed an empty desk in the back of the room. Perfect, I thought. Out of the sight of the teacher because I noticed the big desk was in the front of the classroom. I sat down on hard, wood chair and started putting things away. By the time I had everything arranged I noticed that the classroom was almost full. A bell rang and the door to the classroom banged shut.

      Good morning class. My name is Mrs. Baumann and I am your teacher, she said. It was the nice lady that was in the hall.

      The next several minutes was spent on what the classroom rules would be. We then had to stand, put our hand over our heart and recite the pledge of allegiance. Now, it was time to get to work. The assignment was more than likely being given out in every classroom where today happened to be the first day of school. We were to write a short essay on what we did on our summer vacation. That essay would be recited in front of the class and was her way of getting to know us, I guess. As I peered around, classmates were busy writing about trips they had taken with their families. There were trips to Disneyland, Mt. Rushmore, and other famous spots for vacations such as Yellowstone Park. I sat, scratching my head, looking at a blank piece of paper. This summer I did what I had done every summer for as long as I could remember. The first two weeks of the summer I stayed at my grandmother’s house so that I could attend vacation bible school. When bible school was over, my parents took us up north to our cabin for a week. The rest of the summer, I played baseball.

      This was no way to start the first day of fourth grade, I thought. I wanted to be able to tell everyone about a fantastic, far-away place that I had visited. I wanted to impress my new classmates and my new teacher. It was her I really wanted to impress. Mrs. Baumann was so pretty and she smelled like the lilac bushes in my grandmother’s backyard. It was only the first day of school but I had already developed a crush on the lady behind the big desk in front of the room. Enough daydreaming for now, I needed to get back to the task at hand. Vacation bible school was held each summer at our church. It was during the week and took the place of our normal Sunday school. There were games and crafts, all choreographed around some type of bible lesson. In many ways it was quite entertaining and the ladies that worked in the kitchen made the best Kool-Aid you ever tasted. The one thing that vacation bible school wasn’t was voluntary. Looking back, it was sort of a Jesus daycare for the parents who belonged to the church.

      Still scratching, I searched for a way to glamorize two weeks of singing church songs and stitching leather wallets and key chains. Yeah right. Wait a minute, what about the trip to the cabin? There were lots of things that happened during that week. Surely I could come up with enough material for this little speech. I thought about what I should talk about first. The cabin of course, it was only my favorite place in the world to go. Tell her about the cabin. I meant them.

      My new No. 2 Ticonderoga hit the paper in front of me. My mind whisked me away to that special place in the vast north woods our family simply referred to as The Cabin. A place that our family enjoyed during all four seasons, the cabin had a long and colorful history. My paternal grandfather built the cabin in the late 1930’s on land he purchased from the railroad. The forty acres was

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