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The Preacha And The Prostitute: A Christian Novel: Christian Youth Faith-Walkers Series
The Preacha And The Prostitute: A Christian Novel: Christian Youth Faith-Walkers Series
The Preacha And The Prostitute: A Christian Novel: Christian Youth Faith-Walkers Series
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The Preacha And The Prostitute: A Christian Novel: Christian Youth Faith-Walkers Series

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God visits His prophet Hosea, who has begun to preach without compassion and love for sinners. It's not a very comfortable confrontation, but one that ends with Hosea feeling a bit hopeful because God has decided to provide for him a wife. Hosea's enthusiasm soon dissipates when he discovers that his wife to be is a Prostitute. He is devastated and struggles with the choice to obey God. Joshua, his father, has always supported his decisions and admires his commitment to God, but is extremely skeptical of this new command. How could God expect a Prophet to marry a Prostitute? What would people think and what would be the ramification of such a union?

LanguageEnglish
Release dateJul 5, 2024
ISBN9798227103796
The Preacha And The Prostitute: A Christian Novel: Christian Youth Faith-Walkers Series
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C.Orville McLeish

C. Orville McLeish is a successful entrepreneur, and an acclaimed multi-award-winning author, playwright, and screenwriter. He is a professional ghostwriter, copy editor and self-publishing service provider. With a deep commitment to intellectual and mystical theology, he intertwines his passion for health, fitness, longevity, and Christian spirituality. A proud graduate of Writer's Digest University and the School of Kingdom Ministries, Cleveland is currently pursuing a master's in theological studies at Gordon-Conwell Theological Seminary.

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    The Preacha And The Prostitute - C.Orville McLeish

    Chapter 1

    T he wages of sin is death! All you sinners need to repent! God is going to burn this city like Sodom and Gomorrah, and you all will die!

    The words rang out loudly and blended with the music that blasted from Sammy’s Liquor Store. On the steps leading from the store sat Gomer and Celeste, looking on the man that was proclaiming their supposed death. To the world they were considered ladies of the night, in other words they were prostitutes. In their own eyes they were merely making a living, and doing it in the best way that they knew how. Gomer nudged her friend with her elbow, and rolled her eyes dramatically as they looked at the man. His words had little meaning to them, but it was great amusement to see him in action with his Bible swinging as he spoke. Gomer toyed with the bottle, and took a huge swig from it, while watching the man.

    God hates sinners! Especially prostitutes! You will die in your sins! Repent! Repent! Repent! All who want Jesus, come to this altar now.

    Even though the man spoke loud, he did so with no passion. The only thing that was clear was the contempt he felt for his audience. Come to the altar! This is your chance! he demanded, but nobody responded. Come on! he said one more time, and then with resignation, clearly evident in his voice, he said. May God have mercy on you!

    He closed his Bible, and walked off with his head held high, thinking that they would be doomed anyway. He felt that he’d done all that God required of him.

    Idiot! Gomer said as they watched him go.

    Ah hate him. Sending everybody to hell. He’s probably sinning more than we, Celeste said with a dry laugh and Gomer smiled.

    Only difference between him and me is that me drink me rum and do my thing in public. To prove her words to be true, Gomer lifted the bottle to her mouth and gulped some of it down.

    Celeste clicked her tongue and said, As if they’re any better than we.

    They kept their gazes on the man and watched how he went on his knees. The man lifted his hands to the sky as if he was saying an earnest prayer.

    A snicker could be heard from Celeste, and she said, Let him preach! Nobody listens. Maybe he’ll do better with God listening. They burst out laughing at the man who eventually got up and walked off.

    Here’s to those who aren’t hiding behind some hypocritical mask! Gomer said and lifted the bottle up high as if to formalize her words with a salute. The bottle then went straight to her mouth and she drank.

    You need to stop drinking that stuff, Celeste chided, but Gomer just laughed some more.

    You, my dear friend, need to start. I don’t know how you don’t drink in this line of work.

    The mood changed instantly and Celeste gave Gomer a sideways look before saying gravely, Drinking killed my mother.

    Gomer looked down. She knew that about Celeste’s mother already. No disrespect was meant, but she also didn’t want to be compared to a dead woman. She put the bottle down next to her and said, Alright! Alright, fine! No sob story. Okay!

    While she spoke, Celeste looked off in the distance and saw a familiar face. Hey, ah see one of your customers.

    Gomer looked up to see one of her customers approach. He was a good paying customer too, and she smiled seductively.

    Looks like Carlos. Sweet! I need a new iPhone and iPad, she said and sat up a little straighter.

    Celeste laughed. Those were the type of customers they wanted. The ones who made everything worth their while.  Go do your thing, she told Gomer, but her friend grabbed the bottle with one hand and Celeste’s hand with the other. She pulled Celeste up with her and said, Not leaving you!

    They both giggled and laced their arms together as they walked to Carlos.

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    HOSEA PACED BACK AND forth. His day had gone well and he was able to tick some things off his to-do list. The most important one was that he had to go out and spread the news of God wanting people to repent. Nobody repented, but his work was doing his part. It was like taking a horse to the water, but he would not be able to force it to drink. Same with those street people, he thought. He could tell them that they’d go to hell, and that God will destroy them, but he could not force them to stop being hard-headed. It felt good to know that he had done his part. Hosea smiled, but he also knew that he was not done with the list. He needed to talk to God. He had a serious request. As he paced the width of his room, Hosea took a deep breath. God knew his heart, and he was convinced that God would take him seriously. He grimaced. At least he hoped that God would see his request as serious enough to be granted. This was it, he thought. He walked to the side of his bed and kneeled down.

    God, he started with closed eyes, I wish you would just talk to me like how you talk to Moses. I know you’re not a respecter of persons and I know you hear me when I pray.

    Hosea paused. For a moment he thought about ways to state his case, when he heard a voice say, Hosea!

    Strange,

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