New Richard Rohr Book Novels & Stories

Much like he'd looked as he had stood on Carrie's porch watching the clouds slowly travel across the sky while calmly sipping his coffee despite the chaos going on around him. Ben returned carrying a load of books in his arms. He heaved the heavy books onto the table before me. I looked down and was surprised at what I saw there. I didn’t know what I had expected. With all that had happened, I had envisioned fantasies of witchcraft, vampirism, mutants, and numerous other explanations involving mythological figures but this I hadn’t anticipated. At the very top of the considerable pile of books lay the King James Bible. “Just the tip of the iceberg, baby.” Richard said as he looked at me and

“But nothing. You’re taking care of your little girl the best you can, Rich, and you’ve got nothing to be ashamed about.” Richard glanced out into the fields. “I’ve never told anyone any of this. You must think I’m out of my mind, man.” “Nope. You didn’t think my idea about reopening the drive-in was crazy. So, I don’t think you’re crazy either.” “Huh.” Richard smiled faintly, shook his head. “Listen, when we get settled in back home, and this second book is under my belt and things are all squared away, I wouldn’t mind getting in on the ground floor maybe. You know?” He nodded toward the movie screen. “She sounds like a good investment to me. I’d like to be part of it.”

"The Richards mansion is just a burnt ghost house, why are you so much interested in it?", Mathew asked Alan. Matthew is a thirty year old drug dealer who had a long past collaboration with Alan Richards. The work was going well when Matthew suddenly today called up for a meet because he is interested in taking Richards mansion on rent for few days.

The drawers were a dead end. Rhychard felt around edges and behind drawers, inside each little whatnot and behind every picture. Nothing. He sat in one of the leather chairs, his back to the window, as he stared at the office. :How goes it, Warrior?: :Either Harvest Fellowship has the best custodian in the world or our good pastor is a little OCD. Nothing is out of place.: Rhychard scanned the walls, the desk, the bookshelves…the books? Rhychard stood and scanned the books on the shelf. They were alphabetized within subjects. Prayer. Commentaries. Biographies. Between a Biblical concordance and a topical Bible was a large hardbound book on American Baseball. "Now, you're out of place, aren't