Providence: Once Upon a Second Chance [NOOK Book]

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More than twenty years ago a drunk driver shattered Jack Clayton’s family. Angry, confused and as naïve as any college freshman, he trades his small Midwestern town for another, only to find that it too is too small to contain his dreams. Or is it? Now an instrumental part of the Campus Missions Office and a New York Times Bestselling author, he makes his home in that very college town, where the past and “the one that got away” relentlessly haunt him and the future becomes increasingly uncertain thanks to a big ...

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Overview

More than twenty years ago a drunk driver shattered Jack Clayton’s family. Angry, confused and as naïve as any college freshman, he trades his small Midwestern town for another, only to find that it too is too small to contain his dreams. Or is it? Now an instrumental part of the Campus Missions Office and a New York Times Bestselling author, he makes his home in that very college town, where the past and “the one that got away” relentlessly haunt him and the future becomes increasingly uncertain thanks to a big city reporter with a malicious agenda.


Will he have to walk away from the ministry that he spent decades building? Or can he find a way to confront the rumors and set the record straight? In a race against the clock, Jack throws caution to the wind and finds that even he may deserve a second chance.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781434704306
  • Publisher: David C Cook
  • Publication date: 11/12/2012
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 938,282
  • File size: 6 MB

Meet the Author

Chris Coppernoll is the founder of Soul2Soul Ministries, with radio programming heard in more than six hundred outlets worldwide. He has conducted hundreds of interviews on faith issues with personalities such as Amy Grant, Max Lucado, Michael W. Smith, and Kathie Lee Gifford. He also serves as a Deacon at The People’s Church
in Franklin, Tennessee, and is currently working toward a Masters in Ministry Leadership degree through Rockbridge Seminary. Providence, his first novel, is his fourth book.


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PROVIDENCE

a novel


By Chris Coppernol

David C. Cook

Copyright © 2007 Chris Coppernol
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4347-0430-6



CHAPTER 1

Christmas is the time to say "I love you" Share the joys of laughter and good cheer.

—Billy Squier "Christmas Is the Time to Say 'I Love You'"


Midwinter's bleak shadow had fallen upon Providence, Indiana. That morning a curtain of paste-and-gauze clouds doused the sun's brilliant light, robbing its rise to full glory. Though Christmas was nearing, my house was absent of a decorated tree or colored lights. Every corner of the room felt like how C. S. Lewis described Narnia: always winter, but never Christmas.

In the living room downstairs, I turned on the floor lamp next to the sofa and flipped up all the light switches on my way to the kitchen. This helped warm up a chilly house. Awake since early morning, even earlier than normal, I had already consumed half a pot of coffee. By the time I heard my neighbors warming up their cars for the cold city commute, caffeine had begun to iron out the wrinkles that come with being up half the night. The root cause of my insomnia? Two unanswered questions: "What have I gotten myself into?" and "Why can't the past stay buried?"

At seven thirty, I telephoned my book publisher. Arthur Reed had been there at the beginning of all this mess. He'd witnessed the pandemonium that entangled my life these past three years. He'd even done his part to make the mess grow bigger, fanning the flame, jubilant at seeing it burn out of control. At some point during the long night, I'd decided to call Arthur and deliver the worst news he could imagine.

On the kitchen table, a toasted bagel covered with melting cream cheese cooled on a plate. I leaned inside the kitchen doorway, the phone pressed against my ear. As I listened to it ringing, I remembered Arthur's antics. How he'd worked so hard at selling me on the idea of writing about my side of the phenomena. I knew the reasons he wanted another book from me, all eighteen million of them, just as I knew this phone call would rock his world. What I didn't know was how it would kick off an extraordinary new journey.

Across the breakfast table lay the book responsible for everything. A 220-page hardcover bearing a small black-and-white photograph of me on the inside back cover. Above it an italicized paragraph summarized to my satisfaction everything anyone ever needed to know about me:

Jack Clayton serves on staff at the Campus Missions Office through the auspices of Providence College in Providence, Indiana. He has authored two books about CMO's ongoing ministry work in the three-and-a-half-square-mile area of Providence known as the Norwood community, Providence's poorest neighborhood. For twelve years Jack has encouraged, coached, and recruited hundreds of student volunteers to recognize the needs of the world around them, and to work for change.


I'm not a writer, but five years ago I began scribbling down stories of the people impacted by the Norwood ministry for our city newspaper, the Providence Appeal. Those stories raised awareness and much-needed funds for the ongoing work in Norwood. They also captured the attention of Arthur Reed, who asked to publish those stories in book form. My first book sold roughly four thousand copies, mostly in Providence and to alumni who blindly support anything associated with the college. A second book was released the following year, and partly due to a story on National Public Radio, it outsold the first by more than nine thousand copies. My third and last book in the series was called Laborers of the Orchard. In a single year it sold over eighteen million copies and landed my face on the cover of People magazine.

When you write a book that goes to number one on the New York Times Best Seller List and stays there for twenty-nine weeks, everything in your world changes. Laborers of the Orchard was labeled a "hot ticket" in media circles, and suddenly every magazine editor and cable-television news producer wanted to interview the "Pastor to the Poor." I made an enormous mistake refusing to sit down for any of those interviews. I had good intentions: to insulate myself from life's inevitable fifteen minutes of fame. However, my plan backfired, sparking a brush fire of media interest in my private life. It's also what prompted a now-wealthy Arthur Reed to daydream about publishing the inevitable follow-up. My personal story. My memoir.

Just when I thought it was too early for Art to be in, he picked up the phone.

"Arthur Reed." His voice trumpeted through the speakerphone.

"G'morning, Art. It's Jack."

"Jack, good morning, and Merry Christmas!" he said, though the actual day was still weeks away. "How's the writer doing?"

"Well, I'm digging up bones, and some of them are rattling," I said. I could hear Arthur's hearty laughter. It sputtered like the sound of exhaust escaping a frozen Mercedes-Benz.

"Sounds interesting. I take it you've finally started writing your memoir?"

"Yeah, last night. I worked on it past midnight, and again this morning, which brings me to why I'm calling you."

"Brilliant," Arthur said.

I heard the sunburst sound of his computer booting up, his ADD already kicking in. By the sound of it, Arthur had just stepped into his office. If his Starbucks hadn't jolted him awake yet, what I was about to say would.

"Art, this isn't going to be easy to hear, so I'm just going to come out and say it. I've decided I'm going to let this one go. I'm going to pass on writing the memoir."

I paused—not for dramatic effect, but to let the words sink in. Arthur was convinced my memoir would be another best seller; he'd said it many times. It would be another blockbuster for Arthur Reed Publishing and would further establish his firm in the industry. But the book was more important to Arthur than I knew.

"I don't understand," he said, sandbagged by the news. "You started writing, right?"

"Yeah," I repeated. "Last night."

"But now you've stopped?"

"Right."

Like a cork pulled from a genie's bottle, uneasiness filled the phone line, turning our conversation suddenly thick.

"I'm confused," Arthur said. "What in the world's gotten into you since last night?"

This is where I should have come clean. I should have just told Arthur about the memories. How they'd come knocking when I pulled the Christmas decorations out of the attic and saw that photograph stashed inside one of the ornaments. How they'd come back to me again while I was sitting at the computer screen trying to remember what I'd tried so hard to forget.

"I started thinking it over, that's all. About whether I have it in me to go through with writing another book, especially now. Is this really what I'm supposed to be doing over Christmas? Writing books, avoiding interviews? It's easy to lose focus, Art, and before you know it, the train's coming off its tracks."

"What on earth does that mean?"

Arthur hates metaphors.

"It means I've had doubts all along about writing this book. I've been forcing it out of friendship, Arthur, trying to write a follow-up book for you because there may be a market for it. But I've decided I'm not going through with it."

Arthur's talent as a never-say-die negotiator was booting up alongside his computer.

"Oh, there's a market for it, Jack. My desk is littered with evidence to that very fact, and you promised to write it."

"I promised to take a crack at it, that's all. You pitched, I swung, broken bat."

If the tumblers wouldn't open spinning the dial to the right, Arthur would simply spin them to the left.

"So don't write it. I'll hire someone to ghostwrite it for you," he said. "All you have to do is remember and talk. You can do that, right?"

He had an answer for everything. Maybe that was the secret of his success—relentless persistence. I imagined myself sitting in my living room across from some freelancer. He wouldn't know what questions to ask, and I sure wouldn't know how to answer.

"That wouldn't work," I said.

Outside the snow began falling again onto an already frozen landscape. Inside, the old furnace kicked on, and I could feel its muted heat blowing up through the floor vents.

My long-forgotten past tapped against the door in my mind, showing me faces again I didn't want to see. Jenny's face, bright and lovely, edged in a halo of summer sunlight. Her smile, radiant; her lips full and red.

I turned the lock on the door.

"Arthur, we need to put this issue to rest. For the sake of our friendship. Try seeing things from my point of view."

"Forgive me if I ask you to try and see things from my point of view. I'm not asking you to write War and Peace; I'm asking you to turn in two hundred pages. Give me whatever you've got."


An elusive best seller—that's what Laborers had been. An eighteen-million-to-one shot. The success, Arthur's standing with the big publishing firms back east. His tiny Indianapolis organization wasn't in the same class, but Laborers had at least put it in the same school. He coveted their acceptance. How could he say to his colleagues, "Yes, we could have had another blockbuster, but my author just didn't feel like writing it"?

"At first they laughed behind my back," he'd confided to me over dinner one night at his house in Waterbrook. "Podunk publisher. They laughed at your success like it was nothing more than a fluke." Arthur had stared into his drink as if it were a deep well.

"They're not laughing anymore, Jack. Your sales numbers go up faster than the clicker board on a TV telethon. And every time they do, another New York agent calls me with a new book idea attached to a best-selling author."


"I'm sorry," I told Arthur. "You have to accept that this book isn't going to happen. I won't be writing it." I was never more relieved that I hadn't signed a book contract—or accepted the lucrative advance Arthur had offered.

"Look, Jack, it's not that simple. You said you would. While you've been getting your ducks in a row, I've been setting up contracts with all the major retailers, greasing the wheels for another Jack Clayton best seller. Your new book is already sold in. People are counting on it. We've got advance orders for over three million books."

I shouldn't have been surprised that Art was selling a book I hadn't even officially agreed to write. But I was.

"Not a day goes by without a request for a Jack Clayton interview," he continued, unaware of my dismay. "People are suspicious about why you've never done one. They want to know how someone claiming affinity with the poor has made so much money writing about them. And what are we saying to those in the media? That the story they've been chasing for three years is finally being penned by the author himself! Don't you see how perfect this is?"

Art was playing a game of chess, advancing his army of pawns. "What do you think they'll write about you once they hear you've backed out of your project? How do you think they'll fill in the blanks? And Jack, they will fill in the blanks."

"I never signed a contract ..."

Art wasn't listening. "Wake up, Jack," he said. "People want to know why you're so private. They're interpreting your ... introversion as hiding secrets. Everyone has questions about your history, questions about your finances. They want to know why a man who does so much good for the poor feels like he has to hide. Are you thinking about all the people genuinely interested in what you're supposed to be writing about? Or the kind of influence you can have for good? Readers want this book, Jack. Booksellers want it; journalists and, yes, even us little people at Arthur Reed Publishing who have worked for twenty-five years with writers who can't even sell five thousand books. Just like you used to be, Jack. You can't just take your ball and go home because you don't feel like playing anymore."

The December sky looked like miles of dark cotton stretched across the sun. My head ached as I listened to Arthur, reminded of the people affected by the decisions we make, and more aware than ever how my elusiveness had created suspicion. I was a "best-selling do-gooder" who might just have something to hide. That's what the press was saying. The problem was, they were right.

"Arthur, you have to understand something. I'm not complaining about deadlines or about writing late at night until the coffee burns the taste buds out of my mouth. It's about delving into ..."—I paused. In my mind I saw a picture of Art and me engaged in a tug-of-war, my flag being pulled across his line—"into areas of my past I'm not comfortable with." The moment I said it, I wished I hadn't. Friend or not, Arthur would push through my excuses like a linebacker finding a hole in the offense.

"What's the big deal, Jack? Everyone's got a couple of skeletons hiding in their closet!"

"I don't have a few skeletons, Art," I blurted out. "I have enough to build a whole skeleton army, and I'm not about to parade them down Main Street."

Then it happened. A stroke of genius so obvious I wondered why I hadn't thought of it in the first place. "Listen, Art, there's something else. I've got a staff meeting at the Campus Missions Office this morning. I haven't mentioned this book to anyone at CMO. You know I'll need the full support of my colleagues before committing to such considerable time away from CMO."

Immediately Art saw through the strategy I was employing. "Jack, listen. This book means more than you realize. You're taking this far too lightly."

That was an understatement, and for the first time I heard fear in Arthur's voice.

"I'm heading over to the office now," I said. "I'll call you this afternoon and let you know the outcome."

It was all over, and he knew it. Aaron and Peter would support me in whatever I thought was best. Nancy would follow suit.

"Jack, I need you to give this serious thought—"

"I will, Arthur, I will."

I cut off the phone with my finger, ending our conversation. Round one had been messy, but I'd won. Round two would be easy. Aaron, Peter, and Nancy would surely agree that I couldn't be spared from CMO's work, especially during a demanding Christmas season. The memoir of Jack Clayton would be laid out flat. A two-round knockout.

CHAPTER 2

You can listen as well as you hear.

—Mike and the Mechanics "The Living Years"


An eighties song was playing at the BP station when I pulled in to gas up the Jeep. Not everyone had switched over to wall-to-wall Christmas music. I knew the tune right away. I didn't like it much as a twenty-year-old college student here at Providence, but as a forty-year-old, I found myself humming it as I drove off into the steady downpour of a thick, wet snow. "Say it loud, say it clear; you can listen as well as you hear."

The song had faded from my mind by the time I shut off the engine in the lot behind the Campus Missions Office. Jenny's countenance, which had surfaced for the third time in less than twenty-four hours, thankfully faded with it.

Stopping for gas made me late. I climbed the icy stairs at the rear entrance of the building, darted past Mrs. Burman, our receptionist, and then bounded up the staircase to the second-floor conference room, nearly running into CMO's fifty-three-year-old founder, Aaron Richmond. The man who'd hired me to work at CMO more than a decade ago was setting a full box of Krispy Kreme doughnuts in the middle of the conference table.

"Krispy Kreme," I said. "What's the occasion?"

"We're officially in Christmas mode now," he said. "In other words, I felt like it."

Aaron is, not surprisingly, thick in the middle. Friends say he couldn't be any smaller and still contain so much good humor and genuine compassion for others.

Peter Brenner came in after me, carrying a very large cup of something from Starbucks and looking like an advertisement for J.Crew. Tall and thin, sporting a short goatee, and round-framed glasses, he wore his trademark red flannel shirt, blue jeans, and a Duckhead cap. Peter looked casual because he was.

This probably accounts for some of his success teaching the hugely popular Crosswise Bible study on Tuesday nights. Peter has a gift for teaching, and even students who don't identify themselves as Christians feel comfortable filling the seats in Warren Auditorium to hear him speak plainly and compellingly about the gospel.

"Krispy Kreme and Starbucks, oh yeah. Breakfast of champions."

Nancy Arcone entered after Peter, trademark notepad and pen in hand. She took her seat next to Aaron. Nancy is CMO's chief administrator and smartest teammate. She's a married mother of three (two of them in college). She brought a master's degree in nursing and a University of Wisconsin MBA to CMO with which she bridles what would otherwise be a disorganized organization.

"Has anyone heard the weather report? It's starting to look pretty nasty out there."

"They predicted three to four inches last night, and we got almost a foot," Peter laughed. "Today it's supposed to clear up. What was it doing when you drove in Jack?"

"Uh ... snowing," I said.

"Thank you for your brilliant analysis, Jack. You know as much as the guy on TV."


(Continues...)

Excerpted from PROVIDENCE by Chris Coppernol. Copyright © 2007 Chris Coppernol. Excerpted by permission of David C. Cook.
All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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AfterWords,
Discussion Guide,
Laborers of the Orchard,
Resources,
Author Interview,
Top 10 Soundtrack for My Novel,
Extras,

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  • Posted December 21, 2012

    This is a wonderful book full of the faithfulness of God. I enjo

    This is a wonderful book full of the faithfulness of God. I enjoyed reading it, and felt connected to the main character. 

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 17, 2012

    Excellent!

    This is the 1st book I read by Coppernoll in paperback. His characters drew me in & before I knew it I was emotionally involved. This book held my attention with twists & turns. It is soo much more than the typical "Christian romance" formula book. I am thrilled to have it on my Nook!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 11, 2013

    Good read from an unusual perspective!

    Men and women,college age and older, will enjoy this book as it tells of a good girl and a boy from a broken home who wasn't ready to grow up,their college romance, and how God brought them back into each other's lives many years later.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 11, 2013

    Good book-very touching.

    I got this as a free book and really enjoyed it! Just finished it yesterday, and was sorry that it had to end.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 1, 2013

    A good read

    This was my first book by the Christian author and it was a good read because the story is so different from the typical Christian stories that are available. I did get a little annoyed with the character going back & forth between past & present throughout the book. I would read another book by this author.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 3, 2014

    I really enjoyed this book. It was very thought provoking for me

    I really enjoyed this book. It was very thought provoking for me. It has made me stop and look at my life. Am I doing what God is asking? Jack showed that  God uses and loves us in our brokenness.

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  • Posted September 26, 2013

    Love, Love, Love this book! Actually, so far I've loved all of C

    Love, Love, Love this book!
    Actually, so far I've loved all of Chris Coppernoll's books. The characters, the plots, the emotions... Definitely recommend.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 8, 2013

    Great Book

    I absolutely enjoyed this book.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 25, 2013

    For contemplation ....

    The book is well written, keeps your attention and brings issues to resolution. It was an enjoyable thought provoking read. Will consider this author again.

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  • Posted January 25, 2013

    This is an enjoyable book that has (mostly) good religious conte

    This is an enjoyable book that has (mostly) good religious content. It gives a good account of a life wasted before the lead character is converted. It also shows how God will sometimes lead us through some very uncomfortable circumstances in order to accomplish our good and His glory.

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  • Posted January 12, 2013

    Providence

    I am still reading this but I can tell you that it is hard for me to put down and I can't wait ti turn the page. In a word...warm.

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  • Posted January 11, 2013

    Highly Recommended - It was very Good!

    The book allows the reader to see that we all go through trials and tribulations in order for us to grow more and to allow God to move into our lives.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 11, 2013

    great book

    enjoyed this book and the character developement

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