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Christ's Unfailing Love

by Larry R. Roberts

199 pages; quality trade paperback (softcover); catalogue #02-0874; ISBN 1-55395-160-3; US$19.50, C$23.00, EUR16.00, £11.50

In the shadow of Piercing the Darkness and this Present Darkness By Frank Peretti, comes Christ's Unfailing Love by Larry Roberts. The Battles continue between good and evil, angels and demons and man's need for restoration and redemption.

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About the Book Christ's Unfailing Love is a fictionalized story of true accounts of a grandfather in the last two weeks of his life. The grandfather, with the help of two angels named Comfort and Strength, assists a younger couple with the recent loss of their son. The couple is oppressed by two demons named Anxiety and Depression. The angels battle against the demons for the release of the couple. Christ's Unfailing Love would be of great value to those who have suffered a loss of a loved one, who love inspirational stories, who are searching for God, or who are just seeking an answer to why God takes children.

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About the Author Larry earned a Masters of Education from Eastern Washington University and currently teaches Industrial Technology at Highlands Middle School in Kennewick, Washington. He is also a department writer for TechDirections. He has won many awards and recognitions for technical writing and curriculum development. Every Sunday morning Larry teaches adult Sunday school at Heritage Assembly of God. If you have questions or comments, please write to the following address. If you would like a response please include a self addressed stamped envelope. Larry R. Roberts 814 S. Tweed St. Kennewick, WA. 99336

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Sample Excerpts

Dedication

This Book is dedicated to my daughter Kimie who is being hugged daily by my Savior in Heaven and awaits my arrival. She struggled in life but was made
whole in death. She taught me the meaning of love as well as so many others.

Nay, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him that loved us. For I am persuaded, that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, Nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Romans 8:37-39 KJV

Chapter One

Strength and Comfort, angelic beings, are kneeling unseen one to the right and one to the left of Grandpa. They have been with him for thirty-eight years ever since his heart was crushed in his early forties. Strength, a masculine towering soldier like being, larger than a Navy Seal, carried Grandpa for two whole years through some difficult days. Comfort, a smaller being without clear definition, having a brilliant radiance, has never unwrapped her wings from around Grandpa's arms and heart. They have been steadfast for him. Strength and Comfort have never complained or asked for relief.
While still kneeling, Grandpa pulls out an envelope from his shirt pocket. He opens the envelope carefully, removes the short note, and reads it once again. "Love, mercy, peace and grace from the Lord above is given to whoever opens this bin. May the contents within this bin give you comfort and strength to overcome any struggles or obstacles in your life." Grandpa refolds the note and places it back into the envelope. Folding the lip in instead of sealing it, he then takes the envelope and places it on top of the pile inside the plastic bin with the invitation face up that says, "To whomever finds this bin." Bending forward, he picks up the lid, places it over the bin, and secures it with the snap lock handles.
One thing left to do before he leaves the bin, which he may never see again. Grandpa prays quietly in a warm soft tone, "Father God, Lord Jesus. Unto you all praise and glory. Thank you Lord for walking with me all of my life, for holding me, and for getting me through the hard times. Holy are you who put joy back into my life. I extol you for letting me keep the contents of this bin for these many years. I place these items into your hands and to those who you want to find them. Please do not let this bin disappear from the Earth without blessing another family in need. Thank you again. I ask these things in the name of Jesus. Amen."
John pulls around the street corner in his three-quarter ton pickup truck and comes to a stop in front of Lauren's long ranch-style home. John Church and his wife Evy, short for Evelyn, a name that she hates, unfasten their seat belts and jump down from the truck. They are both dressed appropriately for the work ahead of them on this warm summer's day wearing shorts and tee shirts. Evy waits patiently for John as he walks around the front of the truck. John glances at the "Sold" sticker on the Home Realty sign in the front yard.
"I hope your grandpa is ready to go. It's already been a long trip from Spokane, and we are only half done."
"I called him earlier and he said he was," Evy replies as she walks across the neatly trimmed grass to the front door.
John, short in stature but big in heart, steps up to the screen door and holds it open for Evy. Evy slides by John to enter first through the open door way.
She yells out, "Grandpa it's me, Evy. John's here too."
There is no response from Grandpa.
"I hope he hasn't fallen and broken his hip again." Evy's face shows some concern.
"Maybe he's in one of the bedrooms." John swings his right hand up in a little arc and points. "Evy, you check the bedrooms while I look in the back yard."
Evy walks down the hallway, peers into the master bedroom and sees no sign of her grandfather. She checks the master bathroom, the two smaller bedrooms and the main bathroom. Evy is getting worried.
"Grandpa where are you?" She hurries to the kitchen and meets John as he enters through the back door. "He's not out there, is he?"
John could sense Evy's uneasiness and asks, "Where haven't we checked?"
In unison John and Evy with a raised tone say, "Garage!"
Taking the lead, John opens the door between the kitchen and the garage and shouts, "Grandpa are you in here?"
A faint voice echoes down to them, "Yes."
Evy flips on the lights as she enters the cleared out garage. At a quick glance, she doesn't see him anywhere, but quickly realizes the drop ladder to the garage attic is down.
Assuming her grandpa is up there, Evy dashes to the bottom of the stairs and yells out, "Grandpa, are you alright?"
Grandpa clears his throat and replies, "I'm alright. I'll come down right now." He doesn't want John or Evy to know what he is up to. He pushes the two-foot square plastic bin into a dusty corner between two roof rafters.
Grandpa struggles to stand up from kneeling too long. Strength steps in and with little effort helps him to his feet. Pulling a thinning blue and white plaid handkerchief from his back pocket, Grandpa wipes the tears from his face and says, "I'm coming, I'm coming."

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