mercantile.â She smiled. âShould be right handsome.â
âOur town is coming together, isnât it?â Elizabeth said. âThe mercantile and the blacksmithâ¦the school and church. Weâre off to a fine start.â
Flo frowned. âSpeaking of the churchâ¦â She lowered her voice. âBert flat-out refuses to go no more. Now Ezra wonât go neither.â
âOh?â Elizabeth exchanged glances with her mother.
âWhy is that?â Clara asked quietly.
âBert says he doesnât need to give up Sunday mornings just to be yelled at by Reverend Holmes.â
Elizabeth pressed her lips together. She was not overly fond of the reverendâs fiery sermons either. At first sheâd kept her opinion to herself, but eventually she mentioned it to her parents. Asa had reminded her that sometimes preachers went through a season of fire and brimstone, but perhaps it would pass in time. As a result, theyâd all decided to wait and see.
âI must agree that the reverendâs words can be strong,â Clara admitted.
âI defended him at first,â Flo told her. âBut Iâm of a mind to agree with Ezra now. And I hear tell that some other menfolk are quitting the church too.â
âOh, dear.â Clara shook her head. âThatâs a shame.â
âThe only reason Iâm burdening you folks with this is that Bert keeps talking about how much he misses Asaâs Sunday services back when we were journeying here.â
Elizabeth nodded. âYes, I miss them too.â
Flo looked eagerly at her. âBert says if Asa was the preacher, heâd gladly come to church.â
Clara frowned. âWell, Reverend Holmes is the appointed preacher. Asa canât possibly replace him.â
âI know.â Flo sighed and then looked over her shoulder as if worried someone was listening. âBut we thought maybe Asa could hold church services somewhere else.â
âYou mean have two churches in our little town?â Clara looked troubled.
âIt donât have to be in town. Maybe in somebodyâs homeâ¦or a barn. I recall that party out in Malindaâs barn. It could surely house a church meeting, donât you think?â
âWell, that would be up to Malinda,â Elizabeth said.
âAnd Asa,â Clara added.
âWell, Iâd be much obliged if you folks would give it your consideration.â
So before returning to the mercantile, they promised to speak to Asa about the situation. Elizabeth felt sorry for Floâs dilemma, but she wasnât certain that Asa starting a church was the answer. If anything it seemed it would divide the community. She remembered a similar situation on the wagon train. But that had been differentâor at least it had seemed so back then. While traveling, they had been a temporary community with numerous Sunday worship services throughout their wagon train. As a result, it hadnât seemed a problem to have more than one group of worshippers in their unit. However, when Mrs. Taylorâs husband died so tragically on the trail, Elizabeth regretted not having spent more time getting to know himâ¦or to understand him.
On the ride back to Malindaâs, Elizabeth sat in the front of the wagon with her parents. Together they discussed the situation. âIâm well aware that Bert Flanders isnât the only one whoâs unhappy with the church,â Asa quietly told them. âTo be honest, Iâm not overly fond of anger from the pulpit.â
âWhy do some preachers feel such a need to shout and carry on like that?â Elizabeth asked him.
He shrugged. âHard to say. But when I prepare to give a sermon, I usually feel like Iâm preaching more at myself than anyone else.â He chuckled. âI sâpect if I was in need of chastising I would stand up and yell from the pulpit too.â
Clara patted his hand.