Supernatural Abundance: A Journey To The Father's House Read Online Free PDF

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    Finally, Adam said the only thing he could manage, " Jonathan. "
    " Hey, there it is, " his brother said forcing a laugh. " I knew you'd get it eventually. "
    Adam tried to push out a laugh in response, but it ended up sounding more like he was clearing his throat. There were a few more moments of strained silence before he could manage to get something else out, " You've grown so much. "
    Jonathan let out a genuine laugh, " Time will do that to you. "
    He had always been tall, but Jonathan used to be skinny. Now he was tan and muscular with sharp features and warm eyes, nothing like when Adam saw him last. Though it had been years since he and Jonathan had been in the same room, longer in fact than Adam and his Father had been estranged, the memories came flooding back as clear and familiar as if only a few days had passed.  
    Jonathan and Adam were close. They played together; they learned together, and they grew up together. There was only a year between them, but Adam took the role of older brother very seriously. He made sure Jonathan got his homework done. He made sure Jonathan had all his supplies before going to school. He made sure all the older boys were kind to Jonathan during baseball games. And Jonathan loved him for it.
    Things began to change as the boys grew older. Adam was being given more and more responsibilities around the farm, and, as his responsibilities grew, his time for being a big brother diminished. Jonathan took it well at first, wanting to support his brother's success. But since he hardly knew what it was like to live life without Adam by his side, he soon began spending most of his days walking aimlessly around the farm. This lack of direction came to its head when the boys reached their late teens.  
    The memory was so burned in Adam's mind that he could recall every detail. It was a Thursday afternoon. He was in the barn, showing his Father a plan for a new kind of plow he had designed. The warmth of the sun was heating the sawdust, and filling the place with the smell of fresh cut wood. Adam and his Father were so focused on the plans that they hadn't heard Jonathan come in.
    " Excuse me, " Jonathan finally said once it was clear that they hadn't noticed him.
    " Oh, " Their Father gave a little surprised jump, " I'm sorry, son. I didn't see you there. "
    " I want my inheritance. " Jonathan spoke flatly. It was only then that Adam noticed how strange his brother looked. His skin was slightly pale and covered in a fine layer of sweat. His breathing was sharp and irregular, and Adam thought he noticed a faint trembling.
    " I'm sorry? " Their Father said with genuine puzzlement.
    " I want my inheritance, my share of the estate, " he said, this time with more authority. " I've thought about it. I've had a lot of time to think about it, and there's no reason for me to stay here. "
    Adam stood stunned. Jonathan was clearly speaking to his Father, but Adam couldn't help but feel that every word was directed at him.
    Jonathan continued, " I'm no farmer. I'm no good at working the vineyards, and I can't build anything to save my life. So I'd like my inheritance so that I can start something on my own. "
    Their Father looked at the ground, considering. Then he said, " You are sure? "
    But Jonathan interrupted him, his voice taking on a forced formal tone, " I just think I should seek my fortune elsewhere. "
    There was a long pause, and then their Father reached into his back pocket and pulled out his checkbook. Adam felt his face go numb. His hands went cold. He watched, frozen, as his Father wrote the largest check he had ever seen in his life and handed it to his little brother.  
    With nothing more than a curt, " Thank you, " Jonathan turned on his heel and marched out of the barn. Adam stood, locked in mingled shock and confusion. When he could finally move, he ran out of the barn. He looked left and right for his brother, feeling