Father Myron, a Novel

Myron Zorgerman was raised a good Assemblies of Christ

boy. His religious heritage extended three generations there, and Myrons

mom was sure that God wished all churches were Assemblies of Christ.

Now in his sixth year of a four-year AC Bible collegenot really a stellar

studentMyron muddled through in search of that slippery diploma.

Lulu and Brownie were unchurched eightand nine-year-old half-sisters.

When their mother, Dolly, enrolled them in a Vacation Bible School at the

Lutheran Church, the girls were exposed to scripture for the fi rst time. They

eagerly memorized the daily verses to win a Jesus pencil. The girls took the

literal approach to biblical hermeneutics. When Jesus said, I was in prison

and ye came unto me, the girls wandered unnoticed at the local police

station, found themselves in a cell block and standing face-to-face with a

prisonersix feet nine, 340 pounds, and bearing a tattoo of Anton LaVey

on his right forearm. His name was Beast

Hi, Beast, Im Lulu!

Hi, Beast, Im Brownie!

When Jesus said, I was a stranger and ye took me in, the girls invited Beast

to live at their apartment when he got out of jail. And if no ones home,

Beast, Mom keeps a hide-a-key over the door. Just come on in!

Myrons life and ministry took on a new dimension when he caught the

essence of childlike faith and innocence from these two little girls and

learned that God hath hid the things of the kingdom from the wise and

prudent and hath revealed them unto babes.