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your teeth. If you decided not to obey her because you didn’t feel like it, that would be corrupt behavior. Does that make sense?”
    “But I would never do that! Mom would get the wooden spoon if I did.”
    Noah laughed. “That’s right. You would never do that because you respect Mom. The people in those days didn’t respect God.”
    “Do people respect God now?”
    Noah thought for a moment. “Some do. Most don’t.”
    “So is God going to destroy the earth and make a new one soon?” Lacy asked.
    “That’s a good question. In Matthew twenty-four, Jesus said even He didn’t know when the end would be. He said only the Father knew,” Noah replied.
    “I thought Jesus knew everything,” Lacy said.
    “He might know now,” Noah said. “But at that time, God had not shared that specific piece of knowledge with Him.”
    “So can we get a rainbow sticker?” Lacy asked.
    Cassie reached over and patted Noah on the leg. “You gave it your best shot. It was good; it worked on me. I completely forgot about the rainbow sticker.”
    She turned to face Lacy in the backseat. “Honey, we already have a fish sticker on the car. We’ll look like a bunch of hippies if we start putting stickers all over the car. How about if we get some rainbow stickers for your bike?”
    “Okay.” Lacy went back to watching the passing scenes through the car window.
    Noah looked at Cassie in amazement. “Really? It was that easy?”
    They soon arrived at Isaiah Brown’s large, two-story home. He bought and meticulously restored the old 1860 Victorian house after retiring from his position as a physics professor at the University of Tennessee. The large formal parlor made the perfect meeting place for the growing Bible study group.
    Isaiah met the Parkers at the door. As was his curious fashion, he greeted Lacy and Cassie with a kiss on the hand. He gave Noah a firm, two-handed grip. “Noah, it is so good to see you. We miss you when you’re not here.”
    “I’m glad to be here. Thanks for hosting the get-together.” Despite not going to Thursday-night studies, Noah was well acquainted with the regular attendees from Faith Church, where they all attended Sunday service.
    “And, Lacy, what a treat to see you, my dear.” Isaiah held out his hand, with a coin in his palm, to the little girl.
    Lacy took the coin. “Is it a quarter?”
    “No,” Isaiah said. “It’s a Morgan Silver Dollar. It’s very old.”
    “As old as you?” Lacy inspected the shiny object.
    “Lacy!” Cassie exclaimed.
    Isaiah laughed. “It’s quite all right. I am old. There’s nothing wrong with being old. It sure beats the alternative.”
    Noah laughed along. He thought that Isaiah must get that a lot from kids. Isaiah’s white hair and full white beard made him look like a lean version of Santa Claus.
    As they entered the house, the Parkers greeted the rest of the guests, who had arrived earlier. David and Becky Ray were there. “Where’s Lynette?” Lacy asked.
    “In the kitchen, waiting for you.” David Ray pointed at the kitchen door. Lacy scurried off to find her playmate. David Ray had served as a combat-medic in Afghanistan and now worked for Sevierville EMS. His wife, Becky, homeschooled their eight-year-old daughter, Lynette.
    Henry Whitaker, a single, middle-aged man who worked for Sevier County Code Enforcement, was new to the group but knew most everyone through church. Henry always brought a tasty snack tray. On this particular evening, it included an assortment of crisp vegetables, dips, crackers, and cheese.
    Sharon Beck was another regular attendee. She was a mature woman and took very good care of herself. Few folks ever guessed her true age. She owned the Country Kettle, an upscale restaurant in Sevierville that served home-style food. It was popular with the locals in the off-season and regularly had lines out the door during the fall tourist season.
    Sharon had struggled to raise two kids by herself on a waitress’s