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Josiah for President: A Novel

Josiah for President: A Novel

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by Martha Bolton

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When former Congressman Mark Stedman throws in the towel on his presidential campaign, his only choice is to return to his home state and decide how to spend the rest of his life … until he meets Josiah Stoltzfus, an Amish farmer from Pennsylvania.

Stedman learns more from Josiah in a few hours than in his many years in office. He comes to the conclusion


When former Congressman Mark Stedman throws in the towel on his presidential campaign, his only choice is to return to his home state and decide how to spend the rest of his life … until he meets Josiah Stoltzfus, an Amish farmer from Pennsylvania.

Stedman learns more from Josiah in a few hours than in his many years in office. He comes to the conclusion that someone like Josiah should be running the country. Not a career politician, but someone with a little old-fashioned common sense, someone who’s not afraid of rolling up his sleeves and getting his hands dirty. Someone like Josiah Stoltzfus.

Using his old campaign headquarters for a base, Mark Stedman determines to introduce a new candidate to America. He pledges to do everything in his power to make sure Josiah gets elected. But can a plain man of faith turn the tide of politics and become the leader of America, and what will he have to risk to do it?

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Just in time for all those election-season "presidential reads" library displays comes this novel about going back to basics. Former congressman Mark Stedman returns to his home state after failing to secure the presidential nomination. On the way, he is involved in a car accident and is assisted by Amish farmer Josiah Stoltzfus. His simple values and dedication to hard work impress Mark, who talks Josiah into running for president. VERDICT Despite the somewhat ridiculous premise, many readers who long for a simpler way of life will enjoy this character- and plot-driven novel by a former staff writer for comedian Bob Hope and prolific inspirational author (Wow!: Celebrations for the Successes of Life; If a Woman's Hair Is Her Glory, Why am I Tweezing My Chin?). There's already a "Josiah for President" Facebook page, so you'll want to purchase multiple copies to meet demand.

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Josiah for President

By Martha Bolton


Copyright © 2012 Martha Bolton
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-310-31872-9

Chapter One

America was sick. She needed a miracle. But the miracle was slow in coming—and long overdue. Congressman Mark Stedman had been certain he was that miracle. All he'd needed was a chance ... and a little help.

The fifty-year-old congressman with sandy blond hair and blue eyes stared out the window of his limo and saw —perhaps for the first time in his twenty years in the nation's capital—how the accent lights fell just short of lighting all the way to the top of the 555-foot Washington Monument, the tallest structure in D.C. The obelisk was visible for miles at night—on this crystal-clear night in particular—but other than the aircraft warning lights, the very tip of the monument remained in shadow.

We couldn't even get that right, Mark thought, almost scolding himself. It was the irrational judgment of the disappointed and disillusioned. Words of the wounded ought never to be taken as gospel.

"You sure about this, sir? Your decision, I mean." The driver had obviously been itching to ask the congressman the question on everyone's mind since Mark had made his official announcement.

"As sure as anyone can be about anything these days," Mark said, then turned back to the window and continued staring at the monument as it shrank in the distance.

The driver glanced at Mark in the rearview mirror again, his eyebrows pushed together in a frown. He was clearly unsatisfied with the answer, but he said nothing. He turned his attention back to the road, leaving Mark alone with his thoughts as the luxury car maneuvered through the streets of Washington. The traffic was surprisingly light—unusual for the nation's capital this time of year. Spring, with its cherry-blossom pinks, magnolia whites, and trees of every shade of green imaginable, enticed people from all over the country to visit the capital of the United States in all its glory. But where were they on this day? Perhaps at home sitting in front of their televisions, catching up on the latest news in the world of politics. Or, more likely, after almost a year of being subjected to endless debates and negative campaign ads, staying as far away from the political mecca as possible.

It wasn't until the limo passed the Lincoln Memorial that Mark spoke again.

"What is it about this town?"

"What's that, sir?" The driver glanced in the rearview mirror again.

"You lived here long?"

"All my life."

"And it hasn't eaten you up yet?"

The driver eyed Mark in the rearview mirror, seemingly uncertain whether Mark expected an answer to the question or whether he was just venting. Perhaps thinking of his tip, the driver opted for diplomacy. "No ... but then I'm not in the trenches every day like you are, sir."

The Lincoln Memorial, another impressive D.C. monument, lit up the sky. Its thirty-six massive columns, symbolizing the thirty-six states in the Union at the time of Abraham Lincoln's death, stood in bold testament to the spirit of the man immortalized inside.

Honest Abe, sixteenth president of the United States, had been a hero of Mark's for as long as he could remember. He'd learned about him in grade school and had been fascinated with Lincoln's complicated life, both public and private, ever since. What was it about the lanky, witty, compassionate, and honest-to-a-fault lawyer that had caused him to rise from virtually nothing to become one of America's greatest presidents? Where did that kind of internal strength come from, that ability to stand resolute in the face of scorn and ridicule and do the right thing? Whatever the source of that strength, it had struck a chord within a younger Mark, and his admiration of Lincoln held the seed that eventually drove the adult Mark into politics.

Tonight, though, Mark wondered if that seed had fallen on good soil. Perhaps he had been chasing a dream that was never intended for him. Maybe he should have been a plumber instead. Or a dentist. Or pursued any other occupation, for that matter. The presidency was too lofty a goal; politics too costly.

No one can say I didn't do my best for America, he thought.

Twenty years in Congress was a remarkable feat by anyone's standards. During those two decades of service, Mark had managed to champion plenty of good legislation for the country. Even when he threw his hat in the ring and signed up to run for president, he had believed he was doing the right thing.

Why shouldn't I give the presidency a try? he'd thought. I have solid ideas on how to fix the country's problems and get her back on the right path.

Lately those ideas had gotten held up in Congress, but as president, Mark could more easily move them along and bring them to fruition.

At least, that had been his plan.

It was the perfect time too. President Holt, the incumbent, had both surprised and—in some circles—pleased the nation by choosing not to run again. There were both positives and negatives to President Holt not seeking a second term. The positive? He was leaving the field wide open for both parties. The negative? He was leaving the field wide open for both parties.

It seemed that everyone was tossing their hats into the ring now. Of course, some of them weren't serious candidates—the alligator wrestler from Orlando, the reality-show star, the ice trucker from Anchorage. But among the more viable candidates were some very impressive men and women.

With the abundance of choices and the indecisiveness of the voters this go-round, a newcomer from either party could easily swoop in and take over the reins and responsibility of leading America. Mark was by no means a newcomer to Washington politics, but he'd never run for president before either. If he ever had a chance of winning a presidential election, though, this would have been the perfect election cycle.

But it was all history now. Because he hadn't pulled in the numbers necessary to stay in the race, Congressman Stedman had joined the long list of Washington's also-rans. That and a fistful of quarters wouldn't even get someone a parking space in this town. And with the economy tanking the way it was, who had a fistful of quarters anyway?

Monday-morning quarterbacking would say it was the polls that had killed Mark's presidential chances. The polls and party officials. The polls, party officials, and a severe lack of campaign funds. The polls, party officials, a severe lack of campaign funds, and his no-show at the last debate.

But that last one hadn't been Mark's fault. He hadn't even been invited.

"Not fair," he muttered to himself.

It wasn't fair, of course. A lot of things in Washington weren't. Mark—and every other candidate who had ever been passed over by party officials, the news media, or anyone else with the power to disrupt one's political hopes—had to accept that simple fact. If a candidate didn't pull in the polling numbers, he or she didn't get a microphone in the debates. Simple as that.

Shoot, even when you do get a microphone, someone still tries to shut you out, Mark thought. He recalled the 1980 presidential debate when the moderator told the Great Communicator —then-candidate Ronald Reagan — that he would cut off his microphone, and Reagan had snapped back, "I'm paying for this microphone!" Maybe I should snap back.

"Politics aren't for the thin-skinned," Mark said out loud, realizing he could use a few more layers of skin himself.

The driver nodded. "Definitely not for me," he agreed.

The debate snub had bothered Mark more than he had let on. And it had most certainly cost him any chance of increasing his poll numbers. If he wasn't taken seriously by the debate committee and his own party, it was a campaign death sentence.

He sighed and sat back. "Not for me anymore either, I suppose," he said. "Maybe it was just as well."

The congressman couldn't put his finger on it, but something had changed in Washington in recent years, and it was a change that left him with an unsettled feeling in the pit of his stomach. Both sides of the aisle had seen politicians who'd been sent to Washington to make a difference gradually lose their passion—the very passion that had gotten them elected in the first place.

It seemed that something was changing within the country too. Apathy had settled in. Many folks had lost the strength and the desire to stand up for anything. If an issue didn't affect their own lives or the lives of their immediate families, they ignored it. Malaise, or collective depression, had taken hold and spread faster than any swine or bird flu.

"Not sure how much people care anymore," Mark said.

"We're all just trying to survive," the driver said.

Mark had hoped to have a shot at returning his country to her greater self. He firmly believed that America was still an exceptional and noble nation, a grand experiment that still proved grand more than two hundred years later. Had she made mistakes? Yes. But what country hadn't? More than anything, Mark wanted her to survive.

At her core, America's heart was good, and she remained a symbol of freedom for the world to see and draw hope from. Mark had simply wanted to do what he could to jump-start patriotism again and help bring America back.

"I had a good plan," Mark said. "A plan to get Americans back to work and America back on course."

And he did. Only now he'd have to do it from his home in Wisconsin. He'd have to be one of those retired politicians who help from the sidelines, trying their best to keep their names in the news and their relevance intact.

Washington isn't my problem to fix anymore. I've put in enough years serving this country. It's time to let someone else take up the charge.

All Mark wanted to do now was get a good night's sleep. He had earned it.

The driver pulled up to the Willard Hotel—an upscale, historic hotel in the heart of D.C. Mark couldn't help but notice the media poised on the curb, awaiting someone's imminent arrival.

"Who's the story tonight?" he asked, curious.

"I believe you are, sir," the driver said.

The doorman opened the limo door, and Mark stepped out and began making his way through the crush of reporters with their microphones and camera flashes, assaulting his privacy.

"Congressman Stedman, when did you know you were going to drop out of the race?"

"Who will you be throwing your support to, sir?"

"Does your decision have anything to do with the fact that you were shut out of the recent debate?"

"Do you have anything to say to your supporters?"

The questions overlapped each other as Mark tried his best to get through the crowd, smiling however insincerely. He had never felt comfortable with this sort of thing, and on this night, he practically loathed it.

He hadn't foreseen any of this. He had truly believed he had a shot at winning the White House. Folding this early in the game was both a surprise and a disappointment to him.

When he'd been jostled enough, he gave in and took one of the reporters' outstretched microphones.

"As you know, earlier this evening I withdrew my candidacy for the office of president of the United States. I will simply repeat what I said at my press conference today: after much thought and prayer, and after consulting with my family, whom I love every bit as much as I love my country, I determined that withdrawing from this campaign was the right thing for me to do.

"That's all I have to say at this time."

With that, he nodded to the crowd, then turned and walked into the Willard. Reporters, hungry for that one last tidbit of information or clever sound bite, attempted to tail him through the entrance into the lobby of the grand old hotel, but they were effectively deterred by attentive doormen.

The Willard was a landmark. Known as the "residence of presidents," it had welcomed every commander in chief since Franklin Pierce. Abraham Lincoln had lived here before his inauguration. Mark Twain, Charles Dickens, Harry Houdini, P. T. Barnum, and Emily Dickinson had all stayed at the Willard. It was here that Martin Luther King Jr. wrote his famous "I Have a Dream" speech back in 1963, and Julia Ward Howe penned "The Battle Hymn of the Republic" while staying as a guest at the hotel in 1861. The hotel had history.

But on this particular night, Mark wasn't thinking about dreams or patriotic hymns. He was too busy processing the what-might-have-beens of his own life as he checked in and received his room key. All he wanted was to be done with this day.

Exhausted, he stepped into the elevator and waited as the doors closed, securing his peace if only for a brief moment. He was alone now, with only his reflection in the mirrored walls that surrounded him. He pitied that man in the mirror, the one who had given his best years to a country that didn't seem to know what it wanted now.

Fickle people.

Mark reached a new low. He had never blamed the voters before.

But ultimately, that's where the blame belongs, he thought.

If the numbers had been there, Mark wouldn't have been at this junction in his life. He would have been speaking at yet another rally or out delivering wisdom to all who would listen.

But he wasn't at a rally or a debate or even a television interview.

He was in an elevator, talking to an audience of one.

And even that audience was growing disinterested.

There were no words to encourage the tired, disheartened man who stared back at Mark from the mirror, and it saddened him to think that man in the mirror had nothing more to give.

The elevator arrived at Mark's floor, and he stepped out and made his way down the long hallway to his room. A luxurious suite appeared before him when he inserted his key into the door and opened it. Politics did have its perks. Mark was able to find a bit of solace in the fact that his bed had been turned down, mints had been placed on his pillow, and soothing music was already playing.

He sighed in surrender to his new political reality, grabbed the room-service menu, and began thumbing through it. It had been a long day. Mark wasn't sure he was hungry, but he knew he needed nourishment. He hadn't had a thing to eat since breakfast, and while he knew he could stand to lose a few pounds, he was sticking to an unwritten rule—never diet when you're down. Depression meant "buffet" in six languages. Why fight it?

Mark picked up the room phone and ordered a steak cooked medium rare, a loaded baked potato, and a salad with a double helping of bleu-cheese dressing.

Maybe this is what Lincoln ordered when he stayed here, Mark mused.

After his food arrived, and mostly out of habit, Mark turned on the television to watch a bit of the national news before calling it a night. He knew what he was in for, yet he was drawn to it. It was human nature—the same irresistible pull that compelled a driver to slow down and gawk at a three-car pileup. Or roadkill. Humanity was drawn to misery.


"Now that's a mystery that won't ever be solved." Mark chuckled wearily to himself.

Even if he was the roadkill for the night, he chose to watch the news programs anyway. His reasoning was simple: if he was being maligned in the news, it would be best to know about it as soon as possible so he could respond in a timely manner. So he could get his side of the story out quickly. That was the best, and sometimes the only, way to save a reputation.

But on this night, a part of Mark had lost interest even in that. The past twenty years— not to mention the presidential campaign—had taken their toll. Things had gotten rather nasty, and even though mudslinging dirtied both the thrower and the receiver of the sludge, Mark was worn out from all the ducking. It didn't even matter who was right anymore. People were going to believe what they wanted to believe; no amount of defense was going to change that. Lies were far more entertaining than the truth, and—as far as Mark could tell—most folks just wanted to be entertained these days.

As expected, he was the lead story on all the evening news shows. He settled on the third network broadcast he came to and turned up the volume.

"Congressman Mark Stedman dropped out of the presidential race today, narrowing the field yet again. Most political pundits say he was never a serious contender, garnering less than 10 percent in recent polls. His absence in the race will hardly be noticed."

The words stung.

"How could anyone even have known I was running when I was shut out of the process?" he barked at the reporter on the television screen before hurling a dinner roll her direction.

The bread bounced off the screen and onto the floor. He'd wanted that roll too; that's how frustrating the system had been for him lately. Mark had never felt like an outsider in Washington prior to this election year, prior to declaring his candidacy for president. He had always been a team player, never stepping too far out of line to be a bother ... or make a difference. But ever since he decided to run for the highest office in the land, everyone he met seemed to want a piece of his hide. Even some of his longtime friends had turned on him. Not unusual for Washington. This city had a bad habit of eating its own.


Excerpted from Josiah for President by Martha Bolton Copyright © 2012 by Martha Bolton. Excerpted by permission of ZONDERVAN. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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'Martha Bolton is one fine writer. I don't know much about writing — normal writing, that is — but I do know what I enjoy reading. Everything on the page is crisp and pulls you right through the story. It's like wine. I know nothing about wine either except that when I take a sip, I know whether I like it or not. Her writing, to me, is delicious.' — Gene Perret, Book author and writer for Bob Hope and The Carol Burnett Show

'A great read that challenges you to think outside the box! Josiah comes to life via his interaction with Congressman Mark Stedman in a unique and interesting way. Martha Bolton brings forward a character who is believable and who embodies many of the back to basics traits that Americans crave.' — Marsha Blackburn, United States House of Representatives

“Josiah for President is a compelling tale of an unlikely friendship, and an even more unlikely agreement. Heartwarming and funny, Martha’s book will leave you cheering for the underdog, while believing there is still hope for America’s future.” — Michael Catt, Senior Pastor, Sherwood Baptist Church

“In the complex political world of positioning ... negotiations ... Strategies and world policies ... The wisdom of a 2000 year old book guides Josiah and rally's a pubic hungry for a simple truth. Martha Bolton has created an inspirational modern day parable that is a reflective example of the things that really matter in our nations condition of political and economic distress.” — Rick Eldridge, Studio Executive/Film Producer

'Martha Bolton and I shared the longest laugh of either of our lives over lunch one day in California. It was one of those laugh fests that kept going—lasting several hours at least, with other patrons even getting in on it, including Dick van Dyke who was dining a few tables away. Martha and I became fast friends and have been ever since. I love Martha's writing style, I love Martha, and I love her new novel, Josiah for President. It's a fresh take on politics and a real twist for Amish fiction. You're going to love it! And her!' — Lani Netter, Lani Netter Productions (wife of Gil Netter, producer of The Blind Side)

'Martha Bolton's writing never disappoints. Josiah For President demonstrates her ability to get the reader turning each page to discover what happens next. It is a gripping and most timely novel'. — Lord Taylor of Warwick, House of Lords

'JOSIAH FOR PRESIDENT by Martha Bolton is the definitive novel of the 21st Century, seamlessly combining humor and humanity. A long-time writer for my cartoon feature 'The Lockhorns,' as well as for comic legends including Bob Hope, Martha Bolton has maximized her genius for comedy and her brilliant insights on American politics.

JOSIAH FOR PRESIDENT is both timely and timeless. It describes a perfect storm of event leading to the White House, motivated by real people we grow to love. I was unable to put the book down. For a totally uplifting read, JOSIAH FOR PRESIDENT is number one on any list. Thank you, Martha.' — Bunny Hoest, President and CEO Wm. Hoest Enterprises, Inc.

Meet the Author

Emmy-nominated and Dove-nominated writer Martha Bolton is also the author of over eighty books of inspiration and humor. She wrote the libretto for The Confession Musical, based on Beverly Lewis' popular Amish trilogy, as well as the libretto for Half-Stitched, the Musical, based on Wanda Brumstetter's newest Amish romance. Martha was a staff writer for Bob Hope for over fifteen years, writing humor to entertain the public and presidents alike.

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Josiah for President 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 9 reviews.
sunshineJB More than 1 year ago
Our Country Needs A Josiah! I loved this book! Author Martha Bolton kept me page turning as fast as my eyes could read. She hit the nail on the head for a delightful entertaining wishful thinking read! Was it a coincidence that Mark Stedman had veered off course due to his GPS system and an accident landing him smack dab into Amish territory where he had his first encounter with Josiah Stoltzfus? I think not! God does work in mysterious ways. The way the characters of Josiah and Mark handled the stress of campaigning and mudslinging from their opponents’ was refreshing to say the least. I started wondering what would happen if we had a Josiah/Mark team running for President/Vice President in our Country. What a fascinating run that would be! Thank you author Martha Bolton for a wonderful thought provoking read! I can't wait to see the Musical Josiah for President this summer at the Blue Gate Theater in Shipshewana, Indiana. I know it is going to be GREAT!
scottyjay More than 1 year ago
This book takes the unbelieveable premise--an Amish president--and makes it believable. Well-paced and good characteriazation.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Really heartwarming, thought-provoking story.
cp68 More than 1 year ago
Wow, to have an Amish gentleman run for President in our country would be quite a departure from the norm in America. Putting Amish principles in play, not trying to out do other opponents but just running a simple "down to earth" campaign is refreshing. Josiah (who seems much like Lincoln) would make a great President, but will he run? Will he win? Would it change the political field for years to come? Read it and find out.
faithsnana 23 days ago
This is the first book written by Martha Bolton that I have read but I definitely intend to read more. Can you imagine an Amish man running for President let alone winning? Why, that’s against the very rules they live by! And, if an Amish man were to be President, how in the world would he maintain his Amish life in the White House? This story was amusing, had me laughing at times, and was also sad. It all began when a Congressman ran his car into a ditch in Pennsylvania and Josiah gave him a hand. You’ll want to pick up a copy and read all about this Presidential race and the Amish man that’s running! How did his name even get on the ballot?
GrandaddyA More than 1 year ago
Quite an interesting concept – a devout Amish man for President, a man who is convinced that God is leading him to seek the highest office in the land, even though running for the office is in direct opposition to their rule book. What would cause an Amish man to consider running for the office of President when many of them never get involved even in local politics? Considering the vast differences between living in the Amish world and living in Washington, D.C., what compromises would an Amish man have to make to move into the White House? Probably the biggest question of all for me is whether or not there is the slightest possibility we could ever elect such a man as our President. That would certainly shake things up if something like this would play out in real life. The author has mixed equal parts of seriousness and levity to keep the book entertaining. I recommend it for all who love a good story.
HomeSchoolBookReview More than 1 year ago
Fifty year old Mark Stedman has been a Congressman from Wisconsin for twenty years. His wife is named Cindy, and they have three children, teenagers Carrie and Seth, and ten year old Marcus. Mark had decided to run for President, but trailing badly in the polls, he is eliminated by the party officials from the last primary debate, so he withdraws from the race, quits Congress, and decides to drive home. While he takes a detour through Lancaster County, PA, due to road construction and heavy traffic, his car runs off the road and is pulled out by the horse of a nearby Amish farmer named Josiah Stoltzfus. Mark has to spend a few days with Josiah, his wife Elizabeth, and their four children while his car is being repaired. Their oldest child had been killed in an automobile-buggy accident the previous summer. Mark is greatly impressed with the quiet wisdom and courage of Josiah and gets the wild idea of running him as an independent, write-in candidate against his own former party’s Harley Phillips, a senator from Mississippi, and the other party’s Karen Ledbetter, Governor of Kansas. At first, Josiah adamantly refuses because the Amish don’t become involved in national politics. However, the more he thinks about it, the more he wonders if the whole process which led up to the situation might not be of God’s doing, so he finally agrees, but only if Mark will be his running mate. At the same time, his decision runs afoul of the local Amish church officials. How will the campaign go? Who will win the election? And what will happen between Josiah and his bishop? A couple of common euphemisms (blasted, dadgum--both used by Harley) occur, but there is nothing really objectionable. The biggest complaint I saw in both professional and reader reviews is that the book has a “somewhat ridiculous premise” which “never really feels like it could be real.” Remember, after all it is fiction. Yet, one reviewer wrote, “Although while reading this novel, I was aware that the premise of the story was far-fetched and probably would never happen, I truly wanted this for our country.” Evidently a lot of other people, including myself, feel the same way. Someone else said, “This has to be the most boring book. The plot was awful. The exchange in characters dull. I don't recommend this author to anyone; they need to rethink a career choice.” People are entitled to their own opinions, but Martha Bolton is an Emmy-nominated and Dove-nominated author of over eighty books of inspiration and humor who was a staff writer for Bob Hope for over fifteen years. The book has endorsements by Marsha Blackburn, United States House of Representatives; Mike Huckabee, former governor of Arkansas; and Beverly Lewis, inspirational author; among others. It is a fascinating story, and I don’t want to give away the ending, but the reader should be prepared to shed a few tears.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
** SPOILER ALERT **: I thought the book was well paced with well fleshed out characters. Like other reviewers noted, the book took a crazy premise and made it halfway believable. I enjoyed the buildup of the campaign and thought that the author did a good job of having Josiah teach lessons without the dialogue being unbelievable. After Josiah's election to the presidency, the author did a good job of avoiding partisan politics by refusing to name or reference specific political parties. The ending was a tragic trainwreck though. Josiah's assassination seemed to me to be a cop-out for a way to wrap up the book. It left so many loose ends; what happened to Elizabeth and the kids? Did Americans develop some of Josiah's positive traits? I guess I felt mad about the ending, not just because it felt unfinished, but because I liked Josiah as a character too.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago