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The new pastor in Covington discovers that the pastor from forty years ago was never ordained, and was therefore not qualified to marry anyone! With five long-standing marriages thrown into crisis, it's decided that the couples absolutely must remarry on Christmas Eve. With the church desperately in need of repairs, though, how can they get it ready in time? Sounds like a job for the ladies of Covington! But when last-minute obstacles threaten to stop the weddings, Grace, Hannah, and Amelia are going to need a ...
The new pastor in Covington discovers that the pastor from forty years ago was never ordained, and was therefore not qualified to marry anyone! With five long-standing marriages thrown into crisis, it's decided that the couples absolutely must remarry on Christmas Eve. With the church desperately in need of repairs, though, how can they get it ready in time? Sounds like a job for the ladies of Covington! But when last-minute obstacles threaten to stop the weddings, Grace, Hannah, and Amelia are going to need a miracle to turn Christmas Eve into a wedding day that no one will ever forget.
The October day was bright, invigorating, and cool enough for a light jacket. Wine-colored dogwood leaves heralded the muted colors of a North Carolina fall: peach, plum, rust, cinnamon, and an array of yellows.
Grace Singleton stepped from the porch of the farmhouse she shared with her friends, Amelia Declose and Hannah Parrish. Walking briskly, she traversed the lawn, crossed Cove Road, and turned left down the road to the church, where she had agreed to help young Pastor Denny Ledbetter clean out the church's attic.
As she climbed the narrow pull-down stairs leading from the storage room off the pastor's office, Grace heard Denny Ledbetter's alarmed voice.
"Good heavens. This is impossible! It's just terrible!"
"What's impossible?" she asked, sticking her head into the dim attic.
Pervaded by a musty odor, the attic was a dank, dusty room without ventilation other than the slatted ovals embedded in opposite walls. Two bare bulbs crusted with dust dangled on ancient wires from the ceiling. Denny sat cross-legged in the middle of the room, fenced by boxes.
"This." He held out a folder and waved it in her direction. Fine dust wafted toward her and Grace sneezed. Denny did as well, five, six, seven times, one quick jerk of a sneeze after the other.
He pointed to the boxes around him. "Most of this stuff is disposable, mainly bank statements dating from the late 1970s and 1980s. But then I found this. It's shocking and unbelievable. Come, read it. You won't believe it. It's very upsetting." He pulled several deeply creased letters from the folder and handed them to her. "Mrs. Singleton, if what this letter says is true, it's explosive."
"Call me Grace, please. Everyone does."
Grateful that she had remembered to slip them into the pocket of her jacket, Grace pulled out her reading glasses. Dated December 1, 1963, the letter was written on fine parchment yellowed with age, and addressed to Griffen Anson, Chairman of the Cove Road Community Church Council, Covington, North Carolina. The content was startling, and brief, and Grace read aloud.
Dear Mr. Anson,
We regret to inform you that Richard W. Simms has not been granted a degree from the seminary, and therefore the presbytery, which recommended Mr. Simms for seminary training, will not allow his ordination. Mr. Simms is thus not authorized to perform baptisms, weddings, or other rites and ceremonies, or to conduct services or to be deemed a pastor. Many fine young men have been graduated, and we would be pleased to assist you in your search for a pastor for your congregation.
John P. Garner, President
McLeod Theological Seminary in Ohio
Attached with a rusted staple was a copy of another letter from the presbytery executive, confirming the fact that without a seminary degree Simms could not be ordained. Neither letter contained an explanation as to why Simms had failed to graduate.
"What is a presbytery executive?" Grace asked.
"Simms must have been a Presbyterian, and this letter is from the churchman who was overseeing his training and ordination. Something quite serious must have happened for them to dismiss him and not ordain him."
Grace handed Denny the letters and removed her glasses. "These letters are over forty years old. How could this be?" Did Pastor Johnson know about this? No, he couldn't possibly have known. These events took place before his tenure as pastor. And if he had known, surely he wouldn't have kept such information secret all the years he'd been here.
Denny shuffled several documents. "There's more. These are unsigned marriage certificates for the Craines, the Herrills, and three couples named McCorkle. Simms married them all between October and November of 1963. The church called him to service and installed him before they got these letters, I guess, and dear Lord, Simms never filed these marriages with the court." His eyes widened. "You know what this means, Grace?"
"I'm not sure."
Denny smoothed the yellowed papers on the top of a box. "The couples Simms married were never really married, and he knew that. And whoever this Anson was, he knew it, too, and apparently chose to say nothing about it." Denny stared at the far wall as he tapped the letters with his fingers. "I'm sure Pastor Johnson has never seen these. He told me that he'd never bothered with anything in the attic."
Aghast, Grace stared at him. "This means that Frank and Alma Craine, Velma and Charlie Herrill, are not married?"
"They must have gotten licenses and blood tests. But these certificates are supposed to represent legal proof of their marriages by a bona fide minister, and they were never recorded. The couples whom Simms married were not then, and are not now, married in the eyes of a church, or even legally at the courthouse." His hands fell heavily on top of the letters. "I'm just dumbfounded that Anson knew about this and didn't tell anyone. He must have shown them to Simms, must have suggested or insisted that he leave. Then apparently he shoved all this information in a box and stuck it up here. Why would he do that?"
"What will you do?" Grace asked. "These couples have lived all these years thinking that they're married. Will you throw the certificates and the letters away, or will you tell them about this? And Pastor Johnson?"
"He's not well; I don't want to upset him. And I can't begin to imagine the trouble this would cause if it became public knowledge. I need to think about this. I'll pray on it for a few days."
"Surely they're considered married under common law," Grace said hopefully. "Many states recognize such marriages. What would be the point of telling these five couples now, after all these years?"
Denny sneezed again and again; his eyes reddened and grew teary. "I'm not sure North Carolina is a common-law state. I'll have to check that out. We'd better call it a day; my dust allergy is getting worse by the minute. I've been up here too long."
They descended the unsteady stairs, and Denny shoved the stairwell up into the ceiling with a thud. He had met Grace only once in passing, and had liked her clear brown eyes. Honest, he'd thought. He had also noted the faint scent of vanilla and cinnamon that floated about her. She was a terrific cook, Pastor Johnson had told him. Denny judged her to be the age of a grandmother, though her hair was brown, not gray, and her round face was remarkably unlined. He was glad that she was the one Pastor Johnson had suggested that he ask to help him clear out the attic.
As they walked to the front of the church, Grace asked, "How ill is Pastor Johnson? Be honest with me, please. He isn't dying, is he? It's not some drawn-out terminal illness?"
Denny shook his head. "We know it's not cancer or heart failure, and it's not his kidneys. His doctor seems to think he's just worn out. He's eighty-seven years old. We worry he'll fall. He's slowed down considerably, as you know."
"Yes, I can see that. He uses a cane now."
"At times his memory fails him. I've seen him go blank, smack in the middle of a service, over words he's spoken hundreds of times." Pastor Denny's voice dropped. "Recently he forgot the name of a baby he was christening, right after the father whispered the child's name in his ear."
"I worry about my own memory," she replied.
"So do I." He laughed. "I make it a point to repeat names. It's so important that a pastor remember everyone's name."
Grace looked up at Denny, who at five feet eight inches was considerably taller than she was. "We're all glad that you're here for Pastor Johnson."
"Thank you. I'm humbled at having been asked to join him and assist him with his duties. I hope I'll be worthy."
"I'm sure you are. Even though you've only been here a few weeks, folks say such nice things about you. They especially enjoy your sermons."
Charlie Herrill, head of the Cove Road Church Council, had told Grace that Denny was thirty-one years old and had already served his first congregation for six years. At Pastor Johnson's request, Charlie had gone down to South Carolina, where Denny was pastor, and asked the young man to come and work with Pastor Johnson.
"Pastor Johnson came into my life when I was seven years old and in the orphanage," Denny said. "Each summer, he served as chaplain at a summer camp the orphanage ran. He singled me out, became, in effect, my surrogate father. He encouraged me through high school, and sent me to college and seminary. I could never refuse him anything--not even if Lorna had agreed to marry me." He stopped and looked away, shrugged, then met Grace's eyes. "Lorna said she couldn't imagine herself as a pastor's wife, and frankly that told me she didn't feel about me the way I felt about her."
"I'm sorry," Grace said.
"It's all right. So many marriages end in divorce, and I avoided that. If it's the Lord's plan for me, the right person will come along one of these days."
Emboldened by his honesty and the sadness in his blue eyes, Grace stretched up and kissed his cheek. "I wish you the very best. You're a good man, Denny Ledbetter. I'll leave you to pray on your decision about those letters."
Out on Cove Road, Grace breathed deeply and filled her lungs with crisp fall air. She felt slightly dizzy, and wondered whether it was due to all that dust, the distressing information they had uncovered, or the uncertainty as to what Pastor Ledbetter would do about the letters. For a moment she stood there, then turned right toward Bella's Park, two blocks farther down the road, where she was certain she would find Hannah.
Denny stood in the center of Cove Road, hands on hips, and stared up at the church. Though small, it was well proportioned, with a steeple that was neither too short nor too tall. The church really needed a face-lift. The smoke from the fire that had burned the homes of Grace and her housemates, the Craines, and the Herrills two years ago had turned the white clapboard a murky gray. He couldn't do the job himself, since he'd fallen off a ladder while painting his former church hall. Six weeks in a cast had been followed by as many weeks of arduous physical therapy, and his leg still ached with every change of weather. The experience had taught him about pain and patience. Life is most capricious, Denny thought. Yet he trusted that God knew best.
Walking slowly back to the cottage behind the church, where he lived with Pastor Johnson, Denny recalled the day that Charlie Herrill had arrived in South Carolina. It was the day after Lorna had rejected him and broken his heart.
"I'm a bit uncomfortable with this," Charlie had said. "I'm fully aware that you're not seeking a new church or wanting to make a change, but you're very special to Pastor Johnson. He speaks of you as if you were his son. When was the last time you saw him?"
"You'd be shocked at how frail he's become. We worry about him living alone."
Guilt had swept over Denny. How long had it been since they had talked or written? Months, he realized. He'd been so wrapped up in Lorna and work that he had neglected his former mentor. "Tell me, how sick is he?"
Charlie had settled his large frame into the chair in the restaurant where they had gone for dinner, flipped open his napkin, and spread it across his lap. "Well, if you'd seen him strumming a banjo at our neighborhood party this past summer, you'd have thought he'd go on forever. But I'm afraid that's not the case. After that spurt of energy, he's been ailing with one thing and another ever since." Charlie shook his head. "We're real concerned about him. He's been with our church so long, he's like family to us."
"He's like family to me," Denny replied.
"We don't want to ask him to retire. For years he's been solid and reliable to the core. He's dedicated his life to our small congregation, given us too many good years of service for us to put him out to pasture. We'd rather wait until he suggests retirement -- but right now, with Christmas coming, he needs help, and we need a minister." Charlie had cleared his throat. "Pastor Ledbetter, we'd like you to come look after him, work with him, learn our ways, and when he leaves for whatever reason, if you like us and we like you, you can step right in."
The waiter had appeared and they'd ordered their dinners.
"Covington's a small town," Charlie continued. "Asheville's the closest city, about thirty-five minutes' drive. But we're the kind of place where you can settle in, raise a family, and feel you're a part of the community."
Denny weighed both sides of the situation. This church had hired him right out of the seminary, had taken a chance on him, given him space and time to grow into his robes. He had cut his pastoral teeth, so to speak, with these fine folks. But larger issues of loyalty and unconditional love, freely given to a young boy who had so desperately needed that love and affection, and concerns about gratitude, trust, and repayment of a debt, left no doubt in Denny's mind that he would say yes to Charlie Herrill.
Charlie was now talking money. "I realize we probably can't pay you near what you're making now, and you'd have to live in the parsonage with Pastor Johnson. It's small, but it has two bedrooms."
Denny knew the parsonage from his visits. It was small, but Pastor Johnson was neat and considerate of others, and Denny had no concerns about sharing a home with him. "Money is the least of it. I'd be honored to help take care of him and help in any way I can."
When he handed in his resignation, the church council and many members of his congregation had protested. The council offered him an increase in salary and a vehicle. Denny explained how Pastor Johnson had been there for him all of his life, and that there was no choice. Love, gratitude, and obligation called him to Covington.
They said they understood, but when they shook his hand in farewell, some shook their heads as if he were a son who had disappointed them. Many of the women cried. Some hugged him so tightly, he thought they'd squeeze the breath out of him.
The hardest had been Lorna's mother, who had taken him aside and said, "I regret my daughter's decision. She's a fool. We would have liked to have you for our son-in-law." She'd hugged him. "You be well, now, and find you a nice girl who'll be right for you." It had taken all his strength that day not to cling to her and cry.
Denny now walked past the cottage to the small cemetery of gray tombstones. Graveyards had always attracted him, and he visited them wherever he went. Sometimes on warm summer days, Pastor Johnson walked with him there. But the ground was uneven, and even with his cane, the old pastor found it hard to negotiate the paths. "Ah, Denny, my boy," he'd said recently, "you live long enough, you regress until you're right back to where you were as an infant."
Talk of that nature depressed Denny; the thought of losing the pastor filled him with dread and a great sadness.
Grace had said, when he'd first met her, that her son's former partner, Charles Cawley, was buried in their cemetery. He searched for the stone, which she described as slightly canted. She intended to have it straightened, she had said.
"Last winter, with all the thawing and freezing, the ground heaved and tilted the stone," she had explained. "I feel bad for not having taken care of it during the summer. I kept waiting for my son, Roger, to come up from South Carolina. I visited him there several times, but he didn't come up here. Seems to me they could make the stones longer and bury them deeper so they'd be impervious to weather changes, wouldn't you think?"
She had also told him that she liked tombstones that said something about the deceased and didn't just list a name and dates.
"I've written down what I want on my stone when the time comes," she had said.
"And what is that, if I may ask?"
" 'She listened well and was a trustworthy friend.' "
"How very fine that is," Denny had replied, and she had smiled.
He'd never given such matters much thought, but found he agreed with her as he stood over the tilted stone, which read:
Died in America, a long way from home.
Honest. Loving. Beloved. He is missed.
As usual, Pastor Johnson had been right: Denny liked Grace Singleton very much, indeed.
Copyright © 2005 by The Joan AVNA Rumsch Medlicott Revocable Trust
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Posted January 24, 2014
I started reading this book 2 nights ago and have trouble putting it down. I like to read in bed to help get sleepy for the night, and I find myself wanting to keep reading this book to see what the characters will do next. A new pastor has come to the church, and during an attic cleaning he finds a letter that one of their former pastors was never ordained but that fact had been hidden, so numerous couples in the church were not officially married, some of whom had been together for 40 years!! This is a very clean, easy to read book so if you are looking for things like premarital sex and "steamy" scenes, you will be disappointed. If you like to read a book that ANYONE can see, you will enjoy this book!
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Posted December 20, 2014
I've read the books in this series and enjoyed every one of them. The stories are interesting. The characters are very real. They're great books.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted December 4, 2014
In alaska anyone is allowed to marry a couple once a year. in france all couples have a civil before church wedding
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Medlicott brings together characters from history and today in a heart warming story that continues the characters of Covington. One should surely start from the beginning of the Covington ladies' stories to reap the full benefit of the stories. However, it is possible to pick up any place as Medicott does provide a bit of background in all books. Although this is not my favorite, I did enjoy how the people of Covington once again came together to help the ladies make a successful Christmas.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted December 10, 2006
A delight to read, so wonderful to come home to covington and be with treasured friends! joan medlicott never disappoints, what a gifted writer! a must own and read over and over and over again, through this journey.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted December 9, 2008
In Covington, North Carolina, the new pastor of the Cove Road Church, Denny Ledbetter, is cleaning out the attic when he is stunned to find the letter dated 1963 that states that a former minister never received his seminary degree and thus wasn¿t allowed to marry people. Richard W. Simms was not authorized to perform baptisms, marriages or other rites he was not considered a pastor. Five couples were married by Simms (Craines, Herrills, and three named McCorkle), but none were filed with the courts and thus not husband and wife in the eyes of the church or the state.................. The Craines and Herrills still live in town and want to renew their vows at the church at Christmas Eve. Denny wants this to occur because he feels a strong need to correct a wrong, but also knows the Cove Road Church is in disrepair and not safe in the winter. The Covington ladies led by Grace Singleton, Hannah Parrish and Amelia Declose plan to make the miracle happen................. This is a fun lighthearted regional family cozy as the three elderly but feisty females take charge to make the Christmas miracle occur while also trying to hide the truth from ailing octogenarian Pastor Johnson. As always the story line entertains the audience due to the fine look at small-town life in the Tarheel state. Fans of Covington will say I do to this enjoyable Yuletide tale..................... Harriet KlausnerWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted November 14, 2005
Ah! Yes! Our Ladies are back, and just in time for Christmas. To say I was absolutely delighted when I saw this newest book would be to put it lightly. Why? Because, through the years, the adventures of Grace Singleton, Hannah Parrish and Amelia Declose have entertained me more than I can put into words. Their lives are never dull, and, through this book, we have an opportunity to meet even more of their friends and neighbors and have another peek into their warm and creative personalities. ............................... As the story opens, we find Grace hard at work with the Church¿s new pastor, Denny Ledbetter, in the neglected attic of the Cove Road Church. As they clean away the layers of dust, they find a letter from 1963 that gives away the secret of a former minister and has quite an impact on five couples whom he married in the church many years ago. As it turns out, Richard W. Simms, the former minister, was never really a minister, so the marriages he had performed were invalid. Since these couples were never legally husband and wife, what will be the implications for their grownup children and grandchildren? ............................ Of course these couples must remarry ¿ and quickly. So, they enlist the help of our Covington Ladies and settle on a multiple wedding with a Christmas Eve ceremony in the Cove Road Church. There is much work to be done with the new brides, which our Ladies can certainly handle, but the unexpected extra work in getting the church itself ready was soon almost overwhelming. Here in the middle of November, the church furnace dies and there are no extra funds in the church budget to cover the repairs. Of course, everyone recognizes that there must be heat in the church, not only for the Christmas Eve weddings, but also for the yearly Christmas Eve church service! Then, to add to their problems, it is soon realized that the very walls and windows (which sustained a lot of smoke damage during the fire a couple of years ago) must be scrubbed and then painted. Last of all, there was also the problem of rotting floorboards in several areas of the church, which simply must be replaced. ......................... As you might guess, due to the absence of any church funds our Ladies soon organize a wealth of volunteers to help with the work and supplies ¿ no small task in itself. Then, we add to this mix the accidental finding of a valuable painting in the church, an unexpected snow storm, and a mysterious visitor who delivers beautiful, and very expensive, flowers every day as the work progresses. ...................... ***** I was enthralled with this story and with all the brides as they planned their wedding day. Each bride was unique and we got a glimpse into each of their lives up to this point, but I found that the predicament of one of them (May McCorkle) truly tugged at my heart. Regardless of whether you are new to the adventures of Grace, Hannah, and Amelia or a veteran of their antics, you will be mesmerized with this special holiday story. Joan Medlicott has done it again! *****
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