Proof The Bible Is True

Just for me, a special solo. That’s what Miss Van D surprised me with at the end of junior choir practice one late-autumn day. She had chosen me over the seven other girls I sang with.

 

“Your hymn will close a service with Reverend Wilson next Saturday,” she said. “You’ll do a beautiful job, Virginia, I’m sure of it.”

 

My best friend, Alice, raised her hand. “Where will the service be?”

 

“At the People’s Rescue Mission,” said Miss Van D. “On Water Street.”

 

A couple of girls gasped. Water Street was in a bad part of town. Dangerous people lived there, I’d heard. On the street, some of them. I’d never been anywhere near there at any time of year. But how awful it must look now, with the trees bare and winter on the way.

 

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