PASSION AND THE FORBIDDEN

traction as the wandering eyes of Eric Tr

s he th

om turned silent still lingered fresh in his mind. It should have been stale by now considering the time in

right at some points but

ke that, a thing so desperate, hear

shoe as if woken up from slumber. Yes, they have been friends for quite a

ways been the party type, but how he graduated in the upper class was still a mystery to him. He had proven to be a goal-getter and

important area of his life-marriage. He was supposed to be married by now at the time his friends sta

apartment that seemed to be consciously built for him alone and not for a wife

e for a while and seconds later,

arted. "I cannot believe what I heard-can't imagine you said such things. Listen Mandolin, as much as I know about you, you are not even a good Christian-talk less

st as his eyes steadied on Eric Travis, boring through his back as he waited anxiously for him to speak another word. He could hear him tal

the trend-planning method is poor and a whole lot of other things is making the economy sick. Pastor is not a job but a calling. Telling me that's what you want to do

r something, and not this idea of becoming a pastor. You

e me sick, Eric. I have sat down patiently to hear you talk. Now ju

l ministry is not a business as you think. There is

Trump flared as he lifted bo

his left leg on the floor he had

ke a scene out of nothing. "It is a task, a godly responsibility given to anyone by God-it is a call

asn't surprised. He knew he has not changed a bit

u are talking about? They take your offerings, and your tithes, build big mansions and d

ront of him and that got him shivering-and that wa

t by

ystem, pasto

ten to Mandolin Trump's piercing w

Of course, you have nothing to tell me because you weren't there when I was called, so you see! The work of a pastor is open to anyone who can talk, and convince the pe

les playing around the

is mind or pret

sting thing now was how he wants to go abo

lf and heard him whisper. "Good wine brings good memories-for a brighter fu

with eyes fixed on each other. And deep down in those red slit eyes, Eric Tra