Though None Go With Me (Three Rivers Legacy Series)
This is a touching chronicle of the loves, trials, and joys of a Michigan family in the first half of the 20th century. THOUGH NONE GO WITH ME is a gripping love story about a woman who determines to...
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This is a touching chronicle of the loves, trials, and joys of a Michigan family in the first half of the 20th century.
THOUGH NONE GO WITH ME is a gripping love story about a woman who determines to make her life an experiment in obedience to God. Born at the turn of the century, Elisabeth Grace LeRoy longs for something more in her life. Her defining moment comes when, as a young teen, she promises to deepen her commitment and follow Christ, no matter the cost. So begins a remarkable journey of resolve, winding through valleys of loss and deserts of testing toward a legacy of faith. Two world wars, the Great Depression, and devastating personal loss form the backdrop for a lifetime of walking with God despite all odds. Depicting one courageous woman's determination to stand faithful in all circumstances, here is a portrait of the far-reaching impact of a life that fully embraces the steadfast promises of God.
One woman's costly decision will touch a lifetime of hearts.Born at the turn of the century, Elisabeth Grace LeRoy longs for something more in her life. Something only an eternal love can offer. It is a love she encounters at last--one that promises to fill her passionate heart completely and that calls forth her utmost in return. In response, Elisabeth makes the commitment that will shape her entire life: a decision to follow Christ always, no matter the cost. So begins a remarkable love story--a legacy of faith that weaves together two world wars, the Great Depression, and deep personal sorrows as the dramatic background for displaying the courage, grace, joy, and far-reaching impact of a life lived truly and fully for God.
Though None Go with Me is a unique heart-warming love story of an unforgettable woman and her determination to make her life an experiment in obedience to God. Elisabeth Grace Leroy, born at the turn of the century, wants something more. Then one night as a young teen she finds what her heart has been yearning for. The defining moment in her life comes when she stands and promises to deepen her commitment and follow Christ, no matter the cost. So begins a remarkable journey of resolve, winding through valleys of loss and deserts of testing toward a legacy of faith. Two world wars, the Great Depression, and devastating personal loss form the backdrop for a lifetime of walking with God despite all odds. Though None Go with Me is a powerful novel depicting one courageous woman's determination to stand faithful in all circumstances. It is a moving saga of forgiveness and peace amidst the loves, trials, and joys of an American family. And ultimately, it is a portrait of the far-reaching impact of a life that fully embraces the steadfast promises of God.
Jerry B. Jenkins, former Vice President for Publishing and currently Writer-at-Large for the Moody Bible Institute of Chicago, is the author of more than 150 books, including the best-selling Left Behind series. Sixteen of his books have reached the New York Times best-seller list and have also appeared on the USA Today, Publishers Weekly and Wall Street Journal best-seller lists. Desecration, book #9 in the Left Behind series was the best-selling novel in America in 2001. Also the former editor of Moody Magazine, his writing has appeared in dozens of Christian periodicals.His non-fiction includes as-told-to biographies of such notable men as Bill Gaither. He helped Dr. Billy Graham with his memoirs, Just As I Am, also a New York Times best seller. Jerry owns Jenkins Entertainment, a filmmaking company in Los Angeles, which produced the critically-acclaimed movie Hometown Legend based on his book of the same name. Jerry Jenkins also owns the Christian Writers Guild, which aims to train tomorrow's professional Christian writers.Under Jerry's leadership, the Guild is steadily expanding its services to include a writers' advocacy centre, college credit courses, a critique service, literary registration services, and writing contests. As a marriage and family author and speaker, Jenkins has been a frequent guest on Dr. James Dobson's Focus On the Family radio program.Jerry and his wife Dianna have three grown sons and three grandchildren. - Publisher.
PART ONE Apart from a healthy birth,' Elisabeth's father had told her, 'no good news comes after dark.' He should have known. Tall and portly, Dr. James LeRoy was Three Rivers's most popular general practitioner. Her own birth, on the first day of the new century, had come after dark. Her father had told her the story so many times it was as if she remembered being there. 'Your mother went into labor so quickly that I had to deliver you myself. I hadn't planned to. I didn't trust my instincts over my emotions. Your mother was---' 'Vera!' Elisabeth blurted. 'Yes. She was young and frail and worked hard to produce you, a healthy child. But her own vital signs---' 'She was sick.' 'Yes.' 'And what did you do, Daddy?' 'Hmm. I'm not sure I recall.' 'Yes, you do! The bundling part.' 'Oh, yes. I bundled you in a blanket and allowed you to exercise your lungs in the parlor while I tried to save your mother.' 'Your wife.' chapter one He nodded. 'I begged her not to leave me, not to leave us. All she wanted was to talk about your middle name and her own epitaph. I pleaded with her to save her strength.' 'And what did she want you to call me, Daddy?' 'We had settled on Elisabeth, after her own mother,' he said. 'It had seemed too soon to worry about a middle name.' 'But she thought of one.' 'Yes, sweetheart. 'Call her Elisabeth Grace,' she said, 'after the grace that is greater than all our sin.' And on her tombstone---' 'I know, Daddy. It says, 'My hope is in the cross.'' 'If I hear that story one more time, I'm going to vomit!' first-grade classmate Frances Crawford hissed, shaking her ringlets. 'All you talk about is your dead mother.' Breath rushed from Elisabeth, and her eyes stung. 'Little girls oughtn't say 'vomit,'' she managed. 'Daddy says the proper word is 'regurgitate,' but at least say 'throw up.'' ''Daddy says regurgicate,'' Frances mocked. 'Regurgitate,' Elisabeth corrected, but Frances skipped away. Elisabeth pursued her. 'You're lucky you've got a mother!' Frances stopped to face her. 'Just quit bragging about your father and quit bein' so---so---churchy!' This time when Frances ran off, Elisabeth let her go. Churchy? They were in the same Sunday school class! But Elisabeth was churchy? Three blocks from Dr. LeRoy's rambling mansion on Hoffman Street---not far from Bonnie Castle---the slender steeple of Three Rivers Christ Church rose above the first ward. That pristine monolith, old as the church itself, came to serve as a reminder of God's presence in Elisabeth's life. Her father had often recounted how she talked every day about going to Christ Church. She toddled along to play in the nursery when he attended Wednesday night prayer meetings, Sunday school, and morning and evening services. 'You skipped on the way to church and tried to pull me along faster,' he said. 'And once there, your eyes shone at the little sanctuary, the pictures on the wall, and every nook and cranny that seemed to offer something of God.' Her father and his older, widowed sister, Agatha Erastus, raised Elisabeth. Aunt Agatha did not share their love of the church. 'I cannot worship a god who would take my own daughter at birth and my husband in the prime of his life,' she often told her brother in Elisabeth's hearing. 'You're depriving yourself of God,' Dr. LeRoy said. 'Housework, cooking, and looking after your little one is more than fair trade for food and shelter,' she said. 'Getting scolded is not part of the bargain.' 'I worry about you, Agatha,' he said. 'That's all.' 'Worry about yourself and your motherless child.' 'I thank God you're here to help, but don't be filling Elisabeth's head with---' 'You'd do well to not associate God with my coming here, and when you start worrying about who's filling your daughter's head, start with the man in the mirror. I saw the reply from the last missionaries she tried to lecture.' Elisabeth saw her father blanch. 'I'll thank you to keep out of my mail,' he said. 'Now I'd like to be alone a while.' 'What's she talking about, Daddy?' Elisabeth said. 'We heard back from the missionaries?' Her father hesitated. 'Show her!' Agatha crowed. 'You're always telling her honesty is the best policy. Show her the effect she had on the missionaries.' Dr. LeRoy waved his sister off, but Elisabeth followed her father into his study and insisted on seeing the letter. He sighed and handed it to her, but she could not read cursive writing. He read it to her. 'Dear Dr. LeRoy, my husband's letter of thanks precedes this, so I trust you know we're grateful for every kindness from you and from the church. I feel compelled, however, to exercise Matthew 18 and inform you that the letter from your daughter, well intentioned though it may have been, was offensive. For a six-year-old, and a girl at that, to take it upon herself to counsel us and admonish us to remain strong and true in our faith evidences naivete and impudence of the highest order . . .' Her father had to explain what the words meant. 'But I was just trying to 'courage them,' she said, tears welling. 'I know,' Dr. LeRoy said, gathering her into his arms. 'People just don't expect it from one as young as you.' Elisabeth would be forever grateful for her father's tutelage---prayer upon waking, prayer before every meal, prayer at bedtime, memorizing verses (thirty before she was five), and the recitation of the books of the Bible. Her dour and sour aunt was Elisabeth's first evangelistic target. She prayed aloud at mealtime for Aunt Agatha's soul, sang to her, even preached to her, setting up a tiny sanctuary of chairs, dragging in the milk box as a pulpit. Fewer than a hundred people attended Christ Church in those days. Elisabeth knew them all, knew who belonged to whom and what they thought about her needing a mother. Many believed it unhealthy for a 'pagan aunt' to raise her, while others knew just the right prospect for her father. But no one, Dr. LeRoy said, could ever replace Vera, and Elisabeth believed him with her whole heart. Though she wanted a mother as badly as she had ever wanted anything, no one could match her image of the mother she'd never known. If Frances Crawford was sick of Elisabeth's recitation of her birth story, she acted doubly ill when Elisabeth began reciting every Bible story by heart. Elisabeth identified with the children. Baby Moses. Young David. Samuel. The boy who gave his lunch to Jesus. The children Jesus called to himself. How she longed to be protected from harm, hidden in the bulrushes, to be brave, to be called of God, to give something to Jesus, to sit on his lap. When she asked her father about girl stories, he reminded her of Jairus's daughter, whom Jesus raised from the dead. 'I want to be raised from the dead,' she said. 'But I'd have to die first, wouldn't I?' Her father smiled sadly. 'And I could not abide another loss.' 'But Jesus would give me back to you. He could give Mommy back to you.' That made her father look sad