|"It is a wise father that knows his
own child. "
~~ William Shakespeare's The Merchant of Venice
So... I've started another "assignment story."
Those tend to be the lengthier and thus more time
consuming. Hence there's another short
Ten Signs Summer Has Come to Dyeland
10. Orange juice and ginger ale popsicles
abound! (Seriously just occurred to me those
would actually be really good. Must try
9. Andrew's leather jacket, dusters, and beige
sweaters have been lovingly and carefully stowed
8. There's a mad dash to see who can come up
with the supreme red velvet ice cream recipe to
impress a certain AOD.
7. Shopping excursions have shifted from
flannel shirt buying to plaid cotton shirt
purchasing. Andrew continues to wonder why his
closet contains more plaid than your average
6. The frequency of visits to the beach
necessitated taking Violeta shopping for a
swimsuit... JenniAnn now has a scrapbook page
entitled "Andrew's Most Awkward Day Ever."
5. While the shoppers are at it, they pick up
new swim trunks for Andrew. And they are, you
guessed it, plaid!!!
4. Andrew's hair is in a ponytail more
frequently than it's not. Everyone sighs
contentedly because, yay, Andrew's hair is long and
full enough again for that style.
3. The Tunnel kids start a lemonade stand in
front of Andrew's house and wind up with a mad rush
when all the ladies learn that Andrew's helping
them. Cause there's nothing cuter than Andrew
helping the lil ones. Sigh...
2. Air conditioners all over Dyeland have
broken down due to over-use... although there is
suspicion of deliberate sabotage brought on by the
desire to see a certain tool belt on a certain
1. Andrew has worn shorts. Once.
from the Father
In honor of Father's Day, I decided it was appropriate
to spend part of this newsletter focusing on the Father
of us all. With the exception of Joshua's
appearances, God doesn't typically speak in words in the
stories that can be found on this site. He speaks
through events, He speaks through His creation, and He
speaks through His children to His children. But I
like to think that, as to us in our real lives, He
whispers to the characters. So for the heck of it
and because it gives me the warm fuzzies, I lifted some
passages from JABB stories and then wrote what I think
God whispered to those characters. It was also a
good excuse to be a little spoilery. ;-)
Sitting beside him on the couch, Cora placed
the wooden box Andrew had retrieved on Vincent's
"These are things I kept to remind me of the
time I spent with your father," she explained.
"You... you loved my father?" Vincent
peered into his mother's eyes.
Cora sighed. "More than life, Vincent."
"I always worried... maybe... there was
Father bowed his head. In Vincent's
struggle with his identity, he'd faced his own
violent streak bravely. But he knew how his
son thought. He knew how Catherine had
struggled to get him to trust himself. He had
always been so afraid he'd hurt her or lose
control. And he had wondered if it was that
violence and tenuous hold on sanity that had led to
his birth. But in four words, Cora had put
that tormenting theory of Vincent's parentage to
Catherine rubbed Vincent's back as he began to
cry tears of relief.
And God said... "You were created in love,
Vincent. Both on Earth and in Heaven. And
you were and are loved always."
From "Tale as Old as Time":
Entering the main entryway to retrieve the car keys,
Andrew at first didn't notice that something new had
appeared on a side table. It was only after he
had retrieved the keys and was headed back out to the
garage that he saw it... a white rose. The angel
smiled and looked up. "Very nice. Very
beautiful. Very funny. But it still
doesn't settle the question, Father. So am I the
Beast or Beauty?" There was no answer but then
Andrew hadn't really expected one. He chuckled
and, after admiring the rose for a moment more, exited
With no one to witness it except for the One who
placed the rose there... a single white petal turned a
And God said... "And when the last petal
changes... I'll be there. I am so, so proud
of you, Andrew."
From "Home for Christmas":
Blurry eyed, Max made his way to a seldom used
road. He just wanted to drive, drive without
stopping, drive without having to look out for other
drivers. His truck picked up speed as he
went. Out of no where, a deer darted into his
path. The man swerved to miss it and, in doing
so, drove off the road.
Max had the thought that maybe he should just
let go, let the car slam into a tree. End it
all. At the same instant, he saw the ornament
Andrew had made him, hanging from the bough of the
tree JenniAnn had given him. As soon as he
glimpsed them, he had a vision. He saw his
truck, the cab smashed into the trunk of a
tree. Andrew was running towards it,
crying. Then JenniAnn was there, trying to pry
the devastated man away from the truck. To the
side, Rose was clinging to Adam and weeping.
His own scream and mechanical shrieking nearly
deafened Max as he yanked the steering wheel and
slammed the breaks. The truck halted.
Its driver opened the door and fell onto the
ground. Rolling onto his back, Max stared up
at the night sky and the stars.
"Help me," he cried as his hands closed around
his shark's tooth necklace. "Help me,
Father. You... You got me home and I... I
thank You for that b-but it's no home. I
can't... can't go back."
Somewhere deep inside of him, Max heard the
command: drive. Getting back into his truck,
he maneuvered it onto the road again.
And God said... "It was never, ever my will that
you be alone, son. Drive. You have a
home. Go there. And maybe, you know, don't
drive when you're upset. You could get
hurt. And I don't want you to get hurt,
Max. I love you. Thank you for wearing
your seat belt. Seat belts are good."
"When you get to be my age and the kids have grown
and left... you miss it."
JenniAnn half-smiled and for a moment turned away
from her friend.
He hugged her. "I'm sorry. I
shouldn't have said that."
"No, you should have. It was sweet.
I'm just..." JenniAnn trailed off, concluding
with an ambivalent shrug.
Rabbi Yakov smiled encouragingly. "Now,
now. I know you haven't forgotten all those
scripture classes you took, young lady. Abram
and Sarai. Issac and Rebekah. Manoah and
his wife. Your own scriptures speak of Zechariah
and Elizabeth, don't they?"
Touched, the sometimes-theologian nodded.
"I know... but with all due respect... those couplings
were all both humans... and, uh... had relations."
"Yes. But nothing is hopeless with God,
Psyche. Listen to an old man... you were born to
be a mother and you will be."
And God said... "Well done, Yakov! What he
said, JenniAnn! I've always loved that guy.
Just give Me... and Belle... a little more than nine
months... Also, I'm going to need you and Andrew
to make a trip to Ireland in a few years... Avi will be
From "Abide With Me":
Once the doors were locked, Andrew pulled himself
together enough to return to a parking spot then
lurched forward, his head resting on the wheel as
his breathing grew erratic.
JenniAnn rubbed his back. "Andrew... try
to... love, you can't breath very well hunched
over like that."
Andrew sat back up, flopping against the driver's
seat. "I lost her... Not losing you," he
"Andrew... you won't lose me." JenniAnn leaned
over and kissed his forehead then settled back into
her seat, peering intensely at him as she tried to
decide what to do.
Slowly, everything came back into focus for Andrew
and he felt less like he was being choked. He
turned to his friend and stroked her face.
And God said... "I love you. I
love you. I love you. I'm with you,
Andrew. I'm always with you. You'll get
through this because, even though you don't feel like it
right now, you are the strong, hope-filled, love-filled
angel I created you to be. And you will never be
I think I'll stop there cause
that lil feature made me feel good so I wouldn't mind
doing it again. Thus, I don't wanna run through
all the stories just now. So... this newsletter
is dedicated to John for sharing the truth of God the
Father's love on TBAA. When he spoke of the
Father's care and love it warmed and encouraged so
many. May John have a blessed Father's Day in
the Home of the Father of us all.
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