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The new pastor in Covington discovers that the pastor from forty years ago was never ordained, and was therefore not qualified to marry anyone! With five long-standing marriages thrown into crisis, it's decided that the couples absolutely must remarry on Christmas Eve. With the church desperately in need of repairs, though, how can they get it ready in time? Sounds like a job for the ladies of Covington! But when last-minute obstacles threaten to stop the weddings, Grace, Hannah, and Amelia are going to need a miracle to turn Christmas Eve into a wedding day that no one will ever forget.
- Sales Rank: #508495 in Books
- Published on: 2005-11-01
- Original language: English
- Number of items: 1
- Dimensions: .93" h x 5.84" w x 8.06" l,
- Binding: Hardcover
- 256 pages
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"A pure charmer, a rich Southern tale about love and loyalty."
-- Bookpage on A Covington Christmas
About the Author
Joan Medlicott was born and raised on St. Thomas in the U.S. Virgin Islands. She lives with her husband in the mountains of North Carolina. Visit her website at www.joanmedlicott.com.
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Chapter One
The October day was bright, invigorating, and cool enough for a light jacket. Wine-colored dogwood leaves heralded the muted colors of a North Carolina fall: peach, plum, rust, cinnamon, and an array of yellows.
Grace Singleton stepped from the porch of the farmhouse she shared with her friends, Amelia Declose and Hannah Parrish. Walking briskly, she traversed the lawn, crossed Cove Road, and turned left down the road to the church, where she had agreed to help young Pastor Denny Ledbetter clean out the church's attic.
As she climbed the narrow pull-down stairs leading from the storage room off the pastor's office, Grace heard Denny Ledbetter's alarmed voice.
"Good heavens. This is impossible! It's just terrible!"
"What's impossible?" she asked, sticking her head into the dim attic.
Pervaded by a musty odor, the attic was a dank, dusty room without ventilation other than the slatted ovals embedded in opposite walls. Two bare bulbs crusted with dust dangled on ancient wires from the ceiling. Denny sat cross-legged in the middle of the room, fenced by boxes.
"This." He held out a folder and waved it in her direction. Fine dust wafted toward her and Grace sneezed. Denny did as well, five, six, seven times, one quick jerk of a sneeze after the other.
He pointed to the boxes around him. "Most of this stuff is disposable, mainly bank statements dating from the late 1970s and 1980s. But then I found this. It's shocking and unbelievable. Come, read it. You won't believe it. It's very upsetting." He pulled several deeply creased letters from the folder and handed them to her. "Mrs. Singleton, if what this letter says is true, it's explosive."
"Call me Grace, please. Everyone does."
Grateful that she had remembered to slip them into the pocket of her jacket, Grace pulled out her reading glasses. Dated December 1, 1963, the letter was written on fine parchment yellowed with age, and addressed to Griffen Anson, Chairman of the Cove Road Community Church Council, Covington, North Carolina. The content was startling, and brief, and Grace read aloud.
Dear Mr. Anson,
We regret to inform you that Richard W. Simms has not been granted a degree from the seminary, and therefore the presbytery, which recommended Mr. Simms for seminary training, will not allow his ordination. Mr. Simms is thus not authorized to perform baptisms, weddings, or other rites and ceremonies, or to conduct services or to be deemed a pastor. Many fine young men have been graduated, and we would be pleased to assist you in your search for a pastor for your congregation.
Sincerely yours,
John P. Garner, President
McLeod Theological Seminary in Ohio
Attached with a rusted staple was a copy of another letter from the presbytery executive, confirming the fact that without a seminary degree Simms could not be ordained. Neither letter contained an explanation as to why Simms had failed to graduate.
"What is a presbytery executive?" Grace asked.
"Simms must have been a Presbyterian, and this letter is from the churchman who was overseeing his training and ordination. Something quite serious must have happened for them to dismiss him and not ordain him."
Grace handed Denny the letters and removed her glasses. "These letters are over forty years old. How could this be?" Did Pastor Johnson know about this? No, he couldn't possibly have known. These events took place before his tenure as pastor. And if he had known, surely he wouldn't have kept such information secret all the years he'd been here.
Denny shuffled several documents. "There's more. These are unsigned marriage certificates for the Craines, the Herrills, and three couples named McCorkle. Simms married them all between October and November of 1963. The church called him to service and installed him before they got these letters, I guess, and dear Lord, Simms never filed these marriages with the court." His eyes widened. "You know what this means, Grace?"
"I'm not sure."
Denny smoothed the yellowed papers on the top of a box. "The couples Simms married were never really married, and he knew that. And whoever this Anson was, he knew it, too, and apparently chose to say nothing about it." Denny stared at the far wall as he tapped the letters with his fingers. "I'm sure Pastor Johnson has never seen these. He told me that he'd never bothered with anything in the attic."
Aghast, Grace stared at him. "This means that Frank and Alma Craine, Velma and Charlie Herrill, are not married?"
"They must have gotten licenses and blood tests. But these certificates are supposed to represent legal proof of their marriages by a bona fide minister, and they were never recorded. The couples whom Simms married were not then, and are not now, married in the eyes of a church, or even legally at the courthouse." His hands fell heavily on top of the letters. "I'm just dumbfounded that Anson knew about this and didn't tell anyone. He must have shown them to Simms, must have suggested or insisted that he leave. Then apparently he shoved all this information in a box and stuck it up here. Why would he do that?"
"What will you do?" Grace asked. "These couples have lived all these years thinking that they're married. Will you throw the certificates and the letters away, or will you tell them about this? And Pastor Johnson?"
"He's not well; I don't want to upset him. And I can't begin to imagine the trouble this would cause if it became public knowledge. I need to think about this. I'll pray on it for a few days."
"Surely they're considered married under common law," Grace said hopefully. "Many states recognize such marriages. What would be the point of telling these five couples now, after all these years?"
Denny sneezed again and again; his eyes reddened and grew teary. "I'm not sure North Carolina is a common-law state. I'll have to check that out. We'd better call it a day; my dust allergy is getting worse by the minute. I've been up here too long."
They descended the unsteady stairs, and Denny shoved the stairwell up into the ceiling with a thud. He had met Grace only once in passing, and had liked her clear brown eyes. Honest, he'd thought. He had also noted the faint scent of vanilla and cinnamon that floated about her. She was a terrific cook, Pastor Johnson had told him. Denny judged her to be the age of a grandmother, though her hair was brown, not gray, and her round face was remarkably unlined. He was glad that she was the one Pastor Johnson had suggested that he ask to help him clear out the attic.
As they walked to the front of the church, Grace asked, "How ill is Pastor Johnson? Be honest with me, please. He isn't dying, is he? It's not some drawn-out terminal illness?"
Denny shook his head. "We know it's not cancer or heart failure, and it's not his kidneys. His doctor seems to think he's just worn out. He's eighty-seven years old. We worry he'll fall. He's slowed down considerably, as you know."
"Yes, I can see that. He uses a cane now."
"At times his memory fails him. I've seen him go blank, smack in the middle of a service, over words he's spoken hundreds of times." Pastor Denny's voice dropped. "Recently he forgot the name of a baby he was christening, right after the father whispered the child's name in his ear."
"I worry about my own memory," she replied.
"So do I." He laughed. "I make it a point to repeat names. It's so important that a pastor remember everyone's name."
Grace looked up at Denny, who at five feet eight inches was considerably taller than she was. "We're all glad that you're here for Pastor Johnson."
"Thank you. I'm humbled at having been asked to join him and assist him with his duties. I hope I'll be worthy."
"I'm sure you are. Even though you've only been here a few weeks, folks say such nice things about you. They especially enjoy your sermons."
Charlie Herrill, head of the Cove Road Church Council, had told Grace that Denny was thirty-one years old and had already served his first congregation for six years. At Pastor Johnson's request, Charlie had gone down to South Carolina, where Denny was pastor, and asked the young man to come and work with Pastor Johnson.
"Pastor Johnson came into my life when I was seven years old and in the orphanage," Denny said. "Each summer, he served as chaplain at a summer camp the orphanage ran. He singled me out, became, in effect, my surrogate father. He encouraged me through high school, and sent me to college and seminary. I could never refuse him anything -- not even if Lorna had agreed to marry me." He stopped and looked away, shrugged, then met Grace's eyes. "Lorna said she couldn't imagine herself as a pastor's wife, and frankly that told me she didn't feel about me the way I felt about her."
"I'm sorry," Grace said.
"It's all right. So many marriages end in divorce, and I avoided that. If it's the Lord's plan for me, the right person will come along one of these days."
Emboldened by his honesty and the sadness in his blue eyes, Grace stretched up and kissed his cheek. "I wish you the very best. You're a good man, Denny Ledbetter. I'll leave you to pray on your decision about those letters."
Out on Cove Road, Grace breathed deeply and filled her lungs with crisp fall air. She felt slightly dizzy, and wondered whether it was due to all that dust, the distressing information they had uncovered, or the uncertainty as to what Pastor Ledbetter would do about the letters. For a moment she stood there, then turned right toward Bella's Park, two blocks farther down the road, where she was certain she would find Hannah.
Denny stood in the center of Cove Road, hands on hips, and stared up at the church. Though small, it was well proportioned, with a steeple that was neither too short nor too tall. The church really needed a face-lift. The smoke from the fire that had burned the homes of Grace and her housemates, the Craines, and the Herrills two years ago had turned the white clap...
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