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The Narrow Path

The Narrow Path

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by Gail Sattler

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Miranda feels like she’s been transported back to Little House On The Prairie, and Ted’s head spins when Miranda reads the Bible on her cell phone. Yet Miranda Klassen and Ted Wiebe must find a way to make peace to meet their common goal to open the doors of Ted’s Old Order Mennonite church and community. Will they also find love in the process?


Miranda feels like she’s been transported back to Little House On The Prairie, and Ted’s head spins when Miranda reads the Bible on her cell phone. Yet Miranda Klassen and Ted Wiebe must find a way to make peace to meet their common goal to open the doors of Ted’s Old Order Mennonite church and community. Will they also find love in the process?

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Publishers Weekly
Sattler (Hearts in Harmony) offers her large fan base a story where unlike meets dislike. Although both Miranda Klassen and Ted Wiebe are part of the Mennonite church, these two young adults couldn't be any different. Inside out and outside in, Miranda and Ted look different (she's modern, he's Old Order conservative) and think different (she's into electronic gadgets, he's into plain and simple). Thrown together when Miranda is hired to organize Ted's Old Order Mennonite church's anniversary celebration, each balks at the other's mode of living. Once Ted gets past Miranda's red earrings, insanely high heels, and cellphone, and sees her heart for God, things begin to thaw between the two. With a bevy of delightful characters, Sattler takes what could be just another “toss 'em together and it will all work out in the end” faith-based romance and makes it something more, much more. Winsome and warm, this story tickles the funny bone and teases the heart in equal measure. (May)

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The Narrow Path

By Gail Sattler

Abingdon Press

Copyright © 2010 Gail Sattler
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4267-1540-2


But small is the gate and narrow the road that leads to life, and only a few find it.

—Matthew 7:14

As passengers began to exit the security area, Ted Wiebe raised his sign showing the name MIRANDA KLASSEN written in bold, black ink.

A group of chattering women rushed by, their coats billowing open to display skintight T-shirts, which left their midriffs exposed above jeans that were far too tight.

Ted lowered his head so the brim of his hat shielded his eyes. None of these would be Miss Klassen. Being a modest Mennonite woman, Miss Klassen would not dress in the ways of the women from the cities. Pastor Jake had researched her background before examining her portfolio. Miss Klassen came from a highly regarded Mennonite church with a large membership in Seattle.

Miss Klassen would be wearing a sensible ankle-length skirt or dress with heavy black leather boots. In the photo she had sent, her hair was dark brown and combed back. Here, in public, her head would be respectfully covered, probably using a casual veil instead of a prayer covering.

However, the only woman Ted saw wearing a head covering was Sarah's grootmutta, who had gone to visit Sarah's cousins in Pennsylvania and was now going to visit more relatives in Minneapolis before returning home. He nodded and smiled graciously to acknowledge the older woman as she walked past him, then returned his attention to the dwindling crowd.

Nearly everyone had already disembarked, yet he still didn't see Miss Klassen. If she had missed her connection, then he would have to wait for two hours until the next flight, which he didn't want to do. Despite often being required to travel for business meetings, he always hated the congestion of large, crowded airports, including the busy Minneapolis airport, even though it was the closest one to home, and therefore the most familiar.

He continued to hold the sign until the last straggler passed through the security walkway. This woman wore jeans, but they weren't as tight, so he continued to watch her while hoping Miss Klassen would soon appear.

This young lady definitely wasn't dressed for Minnesota winters. Her open, waist-length jacket showed a thin, nonpadded lining, and she wore only a bright red T-shirt under her lightweight jacket. As she crossed into the exit area, she tottered on insanely high shoes— open-toed high heels. Not boots. When snow lay a foot thick on the ground outside.

A jingling electronic tone sounded. Entranced, Ted watched as the woman slowed her steps while she fumbled with a paperback book, tucked an umbrella under her arm, pulled out her earbuds, and still managed to balance a satchel strap on her shoulder. She nestled her purse under her chin as she patted all her pockets, then reached into the back pocket of her jeans and pulled out a ringing cell phone. As she answered it, she hung her purse strap on her pinky finger, flipped her hair away from her cheek, and stuffed an iPod into her jacket pocket.

Ted started to lower his sign and was about to leave when the woman laughed, capturing his attention. Instead of turning away he stood transfixed, with the sign at half-mast, staring while she talked into an intensely red cell phone, an exact match to her fire-hydrant-red lipstick. Her hair bounced as she nodded, causing her huge, dangling earrings, also shocking red, to swing.

With another laugh, she snapped her phone shut and tucked it into her red purse, which was so small he didn't know how her phone fit into it, even if all she carried was her wallet. The woman shuffled to the side of the walkway and scanned the now nearly empty area.

Ted's breath caught as her eyes locked on his sign, then his face. Her movements froze. For a second, her eyes flitted to his hat, then she blinked and looked him straight in the eyes. At the searing contact, Ted's stomach dropped to the bottom of his boots.

Like a scene from a childhood nightmare, she began to approach him.

"Ted Wiebe?" she asked.

Ted's heart pounded so hard he could feel it beneath his heavy coat. This was wrong. This could not be the woman he had been sent to fetch back to their church. He had come for a quiet, gentle woman of the same traditional Mennonite heritage as his own—a woman who had been blessed with a special gift and lived to serve others. Even though it was unusual for a Mennonite woman to be a musician and composer, her references stated that her love for God shone through in everything she did, especially the songs she wrote for God's glory. Even though she came from a big city, she had been born and raised in a Mennonite home and community. Her father was a pastor. Surely this could not be her.

Ted stared at the woman before him, dressed not much differently than the group who had just passed him, one of whom had made an immodest display of her belly button ring. Even though this woman's midriff was covered, she came equipped with all the latest city trends—a nonfunctional purse, a brightly colored cell phone, a collection of electronic gadgets, plus a laptop computer slung over her shoulder, and showgirl shoes.

She extended one hand. "Thank you for picking me up."

His mind went blank as he slowly accepted her handshake. He'd never shaken hands with a woman before.

Ted cleared his throat and tried not to stammer. "Miranda Klassen?"

"That's me." She grinned from ear to ear and gestured down the walkway. "It's snowing out there!"

"Do not worry," he said, as he tried to focus all his attention on her face, not her snug clothing and plethora of accessories. "It is windy enough that the highways are still clear. The forecast said it would not become heavy until midnight."

Yet, even though the roads would be clear, the blowing snow would drift and accumulate against the houses and existing piles of snow at the sides of the driveways and sidewalks. By the time he got home, he had a feeling he would welcome the exertion of shoveling his driveway before he could park his car in the garage.

"Is there lots of snow in Piney Meadows?"

"Ja. It is February, after all."

She blinked at his confirmation, as if this was a strange concept. "Oh." She released his hand and then jerked her head to the sign directing travelers to the baggage claim area. "Before I pick up my luggage, I need coffee. Do you have a Starbucks here?"

Starbucks. Not just ordinary coffee. She wanted the expensive, specialty kind. "I am not sure. I do not drink coffee."

"If I don't get some decent coffee soon, I think I'll die. Oops, but first, can you hold this for a minute?" She slipped the satchel off her shoulder and thrust it, the book, and the umbrella at him so fast he feared he might drop them. Things were not quite secure in his arms before she turned and dashed toward the ladies' restroom, her heels clicking as she sprinted off. Unable to take his eyes off her until she disappeared through the doorway, Ted's cheeks burned red. While he stood cradling her belongings, people shuffled past him.

He turned slightly so he wasn't staring at the entrance to the ladies' room, then shook his head so he could think.

How could he bring this woman back to his people? Of everyone in his church, he had the most experience with people from the cities, but she would be a shock to everyone else. More importantly, she couldn't possibly understand or relate to the project in their church. His people had chosen to remain distant from the ways of the world to maintain their Old Order tradition. Some modern conveniences had crept in, but out of necessity. He was one of only a few people who owned a car, and many depended on him because of it. But wherever they could, they protected themselves from the contamination of the world around them.

Miranda Klassen appeared to be entrenched in her city ways and actually enjoyed them. Starbucks!

He didn't know what to do. His inclination was to take her to the ticket counter instead of the baggage claim area and put her on the next plane back to where she came from. But he had been sent by his church, his people, and his pastor. Even though no one had experienced her yet, it wasn't his place to judge her.

Ted had promised to drop her off at the home of Leonard and Lois Toews, who had graciously invited Miss Klassen to live with them for the next year, and he always kept his word.

But first, he would take her to the one person who could make the decision to send her back to Seattle—Pastor Jake.

For the first time in his life, Ted wished he owned a cell phone.

Hoping to find a pay phone and make the call before she reappeared, he looked around for a map of the terminal. Before he could find one, Miss Klassen emerged from the entrance to the ladies' room. As she walked she draped her jacket over one arm while she rummaged through her miniscule purse. With the movement, the shoulder of her red T-shirt drooped, exposing a black bra strap.

He turned his head. The heat in his face meant his cheeks were probably as red as her lipstick, which she must have retouched because it was even brighter than when she had walked off the plane.

"I'm so sorry," she muttered. "This is going all wrong. Can we start over? I'm Miranda Klassen, but my friends call me Randi. Thank you for driving all this way to pick me up."

Ted's mind went blank as he turned back to her, keeping his eyes fixed on her face until she adjusted her clothing. "Randy? But that is a man's name."

Miss Klassen shook her head as she tugged her T-shirt back into its proper place. "No, when I write it, that's Randi, with an 'i.'"

"I have never heard of that."

She shrugged her shoulders. "It's just the short form of Miranda."

He had never known anyone by that name either, but at least it was clearly feminine. As to Randy, or Randi, he didn't care how she spelled her name, it would always be a man's name to him. He couldn't do it.

Not that he would have to. By this time tomorrow, after meeting with Pastor Jake and possibly the board of deacons, Miss Randi with an "i" would be on her way back to Seattle.

She looked down at the sign still in his hands. "The sign was a good idea. I had no idea who would be picking me up, and I wasn't sure you would have recognized me by the picture I sent."

He studied her face. She was right; he hadn't recognized her. He still wasn't sure this was the same woman as in the photograph.

"No, I did not," Ted replied.

She ran her fingers through her hair. "I just got my hair streaked a couple of days ago. Usually it's darker but this time she used a lighter shade, and I think she put a bit too much red in it. I hope it's okay."

Chemically dyed hair. He bit his tongue so he wouldn't ask if she had any tattoos.

If only he could save himself the gas and the wear on his nerves and send her back right now. But he couldn't. Only Pastor Jake could make that decision. "The luggage carousels are that way." Since his hands were still full, he jerked his head toward the right.

She reached toward him. "I'll take those now."

Her bright red nails caught the glare of the overhead lighting as he returned the umbrella and the book.

Because it was the heaviest of the three items, he retained the satchel containing her laptop computer. "I will carry this for you."

"Oh." She nibbled on her bottom lip. "Of course."

She reached up to flip a strand of bicolored hair out of her eyes, showing another flash of red—this time a narrow, single strand of red ribbon tied in her hair. The same red as her painted fingernails. And her phone. And her purse. And her earrings. And her T-shirt. He would never be able to look at anything red the same way again.

When her hands dropped to her sides, a glitter at her throat sparkled—a dainty gold cross that hung on a chain around her neck. Finally, an outward sign. But it didn't make up for the rest of her appearance. Nor did it change his mind.

He couldn't believe this Miranda Klassen was the person who had composed and directed the moving songs of faith and worship that had impressed the pastor and everyone on the church board so much that they had brought in a stranger to oversee the biggest event in their church's history. Especially without meeting her in person. Everything had been done over the phone, which was a mistake they would never repeat.

He crumpled the sign and tossed it in the nearby waste container. "Let us go retrieve your suitcase. The sooner we do this, the sooner we can go."

"Don't forget my coffee. I see a sign." She pointed down the length of the terminal. "That way. Starbucks. I need a venti mocha really bad."


They were well clear of Minneapolis by the time Miranda's teeth stopped chattering. The hot coffee had helped warm her fingers, and finally she had some feeling back in her toes, but the only things that would truly take away the chill that had seeped into her bones would be either the quilt off her bed or a roaring fire.

Beside her, Ted had unfastened all the buttons of his coat. "Are you warm enough? I am finding it becoming hot. I would like to turn the heat down."

She didn't want to lie, but neither did she want her host to feel uncomfortable. "Go ahead," she said, trying to sound cheerful. "I'm feeling much better."

A silence hung between them, made worse because Ted didn't have a CD player or even a radio in his car. The silence was really ... silent ... except for the hum of the tires on the highway and the regular double thumps when they crossed the expansion seams between the sections of cement.

"You are feeling better, but you did not say that you are warm." He looked down at her feet, which made her automatically wiggle her toes. "Can you feel your toes yet?"

At his words, she stopped moving them, even though they were now thankfully covered. "Yes. Thank you. That was a good idea."

By the time they had walked through the parking lot and arrived at his car, she could no longer feel her feet. Ted had graciously suggested that she open her suitcase and change into what he called "more adequate footwear." It had been rather embarrassing, but worth the sacrifice of her pride. She had never had such a hard time pulling on socks or stuffing her feet into tennis shoes. Everything below her ankles was numb, and her hands shook so hard she could barely tie the laces.

"It made no sense that you should be so cold. I did not mind waiting."

"I've got to be honest with you. I really had no idea it would be like this. I checked the weather channel before I left and saw that it might snow, but it's different at home. On the West Coast it usually only hovers around freezing when it's snowing. Even when it's cold enough for the snow to stick, it's never windy." Just thinking about it made a cold shudder run down her back. For the first time, she understood what people meant by the phrase "wind chill."

"I've never experienced such a cold wind in my life."

"I do not understand why you chose to change into your tennis shoes instead of your boots. I would have waited for you to repack your suitcase."

"I didn't bring boots. I don't own a pair. Do you know where I can buy some?"

"You do not own boots?" He turned and stared at her as if she were some poor homeless waif, underfed and underdressed.

She glanced down at his feet, protected by large, plain black boots, no doubt cushioned with thick wool socks.

Not only did she need to buy boots, she would also need to buy a new jacket. Today she had learned the hard way that the coat she'd bought in Seattle was woefully inadequate if this was a sample of normal Minnesota winter weather. Unlike her coat, Ted's heavy, padded wool coat was so long it hung below his knees. The fabric wouldn't be the least bit rainproof, which was probably why she had never seen anything like it in Seattle. A dull monotone shade of dark gray, it was plain and functional—made for warmth, not for looks.

Miranda raised her hand to the window and wiped away the fog. The snow was coming down heavier now than it had been when they first drove out of the airport. She'd never seen anything like it, and just looking at it made her even colder.

As Ted drove, he lifted one hand from the steering wheel and grasped the top of the collar of his coat. He fanned it a few times and blew out his breath.

"I am stopping the car," he said as he checked the rearview mirror.

Miranda opened her mouth to ask him why, but he braked so hard she lurched against the seatbelt and lost her breath. The center lane where most traffic drove was clear, but the falling snow was beginning to accumulate on the outside lane, and the shoulder was covered. Instead of pulling over onto the shoulder, Ted aimed the car so only one tire went into the snow; half of the car blocked the lane—a danger if anyone were to come up behind them. The second the car stopped, he clicked off his seatbelt with one hand, pushed the door open with the other, and bolted out.

"What's wrong? Should I—" Before she could finish her sentence, he'd shucked off his coat, thrown it in the back seat, and was again in the driver's seat, fastening his seatbelt.


Excerpted from The Narrow Path by Gail Sattler. Copyright © 2010 Gail Sattler. Excerpted by permission of Abingdon Press.
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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Meet the Author

Gail Sattler is the author of numerous novels, novellas, gift books, cookbooks and devotions. She is a longstanding member of East Ridge Community Fellowship, a Mennonite Brethren church. She lives and writes in Vancouver, B.C., Canada. For more information about Gail, check out her websites at GailSattler.com and MennoniteRomanceNovel.com.

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Narrow Path 4.3 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 85 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Cute story, fun read - not reviewing plot as so many others have already done so. I devoured this book in an evening!
Carlybird More than 1 year ago
Miranda and Ted could not be more different. They are both Mennonites, but Miranda is from a Mennonite church in Seattle that is modern and Ted belongs to an Old Order Mennonite church in Minnesota. When Miranda is hired to lead the Christmas program for Ted's church, their differences are obvious. Miranda wears jeans, red t-shirts, red lipstick and reads the Bible on her cell phone. Ted believes in following the traditions of his Mennonite heritage. Despite their differences they are able to work together and put on a great show, and maybe even find love. The first thing that struck me about this book was the instant chemistry between Ted and Miranda. It was so obvious it practically jumped off the pages. I thought Ted was adorable, even if he was a bit stuffy and rigid. He had a lot to learn about real faith from Miranda and she brought a lot of excitement and new forms of worship to this church that needed a pick-me-up. The people of this Mennonite community were very warm and welcoming and I liked how they accepted Miranda for who she was. This is a cute story with a good romantic twist and a solid Christian message, although it was a little on the slow side at times, but not too bad. It is definitely a relaxing read, but I found the pages not turning very fast and my mind wandered sometimes. A story does not always have to move fast to be good, so if you are looking for a little romance, humor, and faith, then you will likely enjoy this story. The chemistry between Ted and Miranda, the community of Mennonites and the supporting cast help make this a very well rounded and charming romance.
avidreader70SE More than 1 year ago
I liked this book because it had a Christian point of view. It was a very good read!
GioiaM More than 1 year ago
Witty, emotional, appealing and genuine, I raced through this book only to reread all my favorite parts. Very good!
argt More than 1 year ago
Really nice, feel good story
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A cute love story that is fun and easy to read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Nice easy read. Enjoyed the evolving relationship. Feel good ending.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Good read
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A good story for a casual read. Predictable, but fun and unique story idea.
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Gail Sattler is an excellent story teller. This book is no exception. It is heartwarming, captivating and wonderfully written!
Hill4kids More than 1 year ago
Really loved this book! I would recommend this book. I would love to read other books by Gail Sattler.
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This was such a beautiful story! I totally enjoyed it.
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Really enjoed this Christian fiction book.
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anonymousvy More than 1 year ago
nice easy read with good morals.
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Predictable,but just what I needed!
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A warm, spiritual story with lovely characters-terrific read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Miranda and Ted's 211 page story was very sweet. Reading this book was just like watching the process of two people, with very little in common, except for their religion, learn to push away stereotypes, compromise, and fall in love with each other. Very clean and sweet romance.
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