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A/N yeah this is my 2nd chapter in 2 months :). Yeah summer's next week
Chapter 7: Race gets in trouble!
"Yes!!" Connie squealed.
"Really?!" He asked unbelievingly, her answer would have knocked the socks off his feet had he not bee wearing shoes.
"Yeah, but... ummm... I need to know something." Connie said her happiness slightly deflated at the possibility of negativity once the subject was broached.
Confused, "What?"
"Are you a born again Christian? Do you believe that Jesus Christ is the Son of God and that he died for our sins in order for us to go to heaven eternally? Do you believe God created you uniquely apart from the rest of creation and in His image?" Her eyes searched Spot's imploringly.
"Who is Jesus?" Spot asked seriously, not knowing who Connie was talking about.
Letting out a nervous sigh, "God's only Son, the Messiah, and God's perfect Lamb sent from heaven to die for our sins, your sins and mine, so we can go to heaven when we die. Because nothing we could ever do would be able to redeem us from out sins. We can't earn our way to heaven." She pulled out her new testament and flipped the pages to the Romans Road (beginning 3:10) "'As it is written, There is none righteous, no, not one.' This verse says that no one could possibly be good no matter how hard they tried. This is why God sent His Son to die on the cross."
"He was crucified. God let His Son be crucified?!" Spot asked amazed that such a powerful being could let his son die.
"Yes, Christ was crucified so you and I can go to heaven and be with him eternally he is the only way to heaven, no one else can take you to God. (John 14:6) 'Jesus saith unto him, I am the way the truth and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.' We are born with a sin nature since Adam and Eve disobeyed God and ate of the tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. 'For all have sinned and come short of the glory of God' (Romans 3:23). We can't earn heaven 'For by grace are ye saved through faith, and that not of yourselves it is the gift of God. Not of works, lest any man should boast.' (Ephesians 2:8, 9). God loved us so much that He had His Son die for us. 'But God commendeth His love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.'(Romans 5:8) . 'For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.' (Romans 6:23). We don't have to go to hell for our sins." Connie explained fervently.
"So, God sent His Son to die so that way I could go to heaven? Me a lowly newsie?"
"Yes! And the best thing is that He raised His Son from the dead on the third day, which we celebrate as Easter."
"So He let His Son die to make to make a statement of how powerful He really is when He raised His Son from the dead?" astonished.
"Yes, If He can raise His Son from the dead then why should we worry about being killed or hurt for being his followers? Do you want to know how to get saved?"
"Yes"
"The Bible says in Romans 10:9 'That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved. For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved' Just confess that you're a sinner and ask Him into your heart. If you believe that He is the Christ, and that He died for your sins then you will be saved."
"That all. It's that easy."
"Yes, 'For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved' (Romans 10:13). Just tell Him that you are a sinner and ask him to save you." She explained smiling. "If you want I can pray with you."
"Would youse pray wit' me?" Spot asked timidly.
"Yes, just repeat after me. Lord, I know that I am a sinner."
"Lord, I know dat I'm a sinnah..."
"And I believe that you sent your Son to die for me..."
"And Ise believe dat you sent youse Son ta die for me..."
"And I ask you now to come into my heart and save me."
"And I ask youse now ta come into my heart an' save me."
"Amen"
"Amen" Spot finished, tears streaming down his face mouthing the words 'thank you'.
"Your welcome" giving him a hug. "Now I can date you." Smiling broadly.
The Distribution Center
"Racetrack, wheah are youse sellin' today?" Snipeshooter asked.
"Da races. I'se gots a hot tip!" Racetrack replied happily, as he headed in the direction of the stables.
"Ok, at least we'll know why youse is late den." Blink teased.
"Hey, at least I stay dere till I sell somet'in'" Race retorted turning around.
"I was just sayin' dat we won't have ta worry 'bout youse being carted off by da bulls."
"Like I would let myself get caught." Race shouted a bit haughtily over his shoulder as he headed for the racetracks.
"Whatevah?" Blink called out shaking his head.
"C'mon, Shoeless Joe Jackson!" Racetrack called out encouragingly to the horse from atop his perch on his pile of newspapers.
"So, even if Goldstar does not win, I will still get the money?" a quavering male voice questioned somewhere behind Race.
"Yes. I will still give you the money, and maybe some more if the steed wins." A hoity-toity male voice replied as Race repositioned himself to hear more clearly.
"Thank you, Mr. Emerson."
"No, thank you for your business." The hoity-toity voice said, as Race turned around and saw the two men shaking hands then the rich man looked up and saw Racetrack looking at them." You!!! Get over here!"
"M-me?!" Race queried frightened.
"Yes, you!" the man growled pointing at him.
"W-what do youse want wit' me. I-I'm just a newsie."
"So what, I know you overheard me talking business with this" pause "respectable man, and I want to make sure no one else hears about it from you. So how mush will it take to keep you quiet?"
"What do you mean?" Racetrack asked confused.
"How much do I need to pay you to keep quiet?" the man said menacingly.
"I won't take your money."
"If you go to the police I'll just tell them that you did it and that you were just trying to put the blame on someone else."
"B-"
"Now how much will you take for silence?!" The man said angrily.
"I will not take your money/"
Then seeing the stack of papers on the floor he shoved $5.00 into his pocket, "Here, for your papers take it" He said, gruffly shoving Race away and leaving the papers there.
"So, Anne, is there anybody that you like?" Lindi asked slyly.
"Well, yeah, kinda.I mean, yeah, of course I do." Anne answered slowly, slightly unsure about Lindi's motive for asking such a question.
"Really? Who?" Lindi asked innocently.
"Ummm, I'm not sure if I want you to know." Anne said, eyeing her suspiciously.
"I'se won't tell. I promise." Crossing her fingers behind her back.
"Well...umm...Racetrack." She admitted slowly and quietly.
"Really?" Lindi replied, her brain working furiously on yet another plan." You know you two would make a cute couple."
"Are you sure?" Anne asked timidly.
"Oh, shoah. By da way, I'se could probably get you'se two tagethah."She suggested stealthily. "Would you like me ta help ya out?"
"Umm... I suppose so." unsure of what Lindi would say if she said no. "Good." Smiling mischievously.
"Hey, Race, what's da mattah?" Jack questioned his friend as Race slammed the door closed behind him.
"What's da mattah? I'se will tell youse what's da mattah. Some rich hoity- toity guy can cheat at da races, but when someone like us does we get thrown in the slammer before we even say a word!" Race fumed.
"Well, why don't ya do somt'in' 'bout it?"
"Because he told me he'd blame it all on me an' who are da bulls gonna believe me or da rich guy?"
A/N yeah this is my 2nd chapter in 2 months :). Yeah summer's next week
Chapter 7: Race gets in trouble!
"Yes!!" Connie squealed.
"Really?!" He asked unbelievingly, her answer would have knocked the socks off his feet had he not bee wearing shoes.
"Yeah, but... ummm... I need to know something." Connie said her happiness slightly deflated at the possibility of negativity once the subject was broached.
Confused, "What?"
"Are you a born again Christian? Do you believe that Jesus Christ is the Son of God and that he died for our sins in order for us to go to heaven eternally? Do you believe God created you uniquely apart from the rest of creation and in His image?" Her eyes searched Spot's imploringly.
"Who is Jesus?" Spot asked seriously, not knowing who Connie was talking about.
Letting out a nervous sigh, "God's only Son, the Messiah, and God's perfect Lamb sent from heaven to die for our sins, your sins and mine, so we can go to heaven when we die. Because nothing we could ever do would be able to redeem us from out sins. We can't earn our way to heaven." She pulled out her new testament and flipped the pages to the Romans Road (beginning 3:10) "'As it is written, There is none righteous, no, not one.' This verse says that no one could possibly be good no matter how hard they tried. This is why God sent His Son to die on the cross."
"He was crucified. God let His Son be crucified?!" Spot asked amazed that such a powerful being could let his son die.
"Yes, Christ was crucified so you and I can go to heaven and be with him eternally he is the only way to heaven, no one else can take you to God. (John 14:6) 'Jesus saith unto him, I am the way the truth and the life: no man cometh unto the Father, but by me.' We are born with a sin nature since Adam and Eve disobeyed God and ate of the tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil. 'For all have sinned and come short of the glory of God' (Romans 3:23). We can't earn heaven 'For by grace are ye saved through faith, and that not of yourselves it is the gift of God. Not of works, lest any man should boast.' (Ephesians 2:8, 9). God loved us so much that He had His Son die for us. 'But God commendeth His love toward us, in that, while we were yet sinners, Christ died for us.'(Romans 5:8) . 'For the wages of sin is death; but the gift of God is eternal life through Jesus Christ our Lord.' (Romans 6:23). We don't have to go to hell for our sins." Connie explained fervently.
"So, God sent His Son to die so that way I could go to heaven? Me a lowly newsie?"
"Yes! And the best thing is that He raised His Son from the dead on the third day, which we celebrate as Easter."
"So He let His Son die to make to make a statement of how powerful He really is when He raised His Son from the dead?" astonished.
"Yes, If He can raise His Son from the dead then why should we worry about being killed or hurt for being his followers? Do you want to know how to get saved?"
"Yes"
"The Bible says in Romans 10:9 'That if thou shalt confess with thy mouth the Lord Jesus, and shalt believe in thine heart that God hath raised him from the dead, thou shalt be saved. For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved' Just confess that you're a sinner and ask Him into your heart. If you believe that He is the Christ, and that He died for your sins then you will be saved."
"That all. It's that easy."
"Yes, 'For whosoever shall call upon the name of the Lord shall be saved' (Romans 10:13). Just tell Him that you are a sinner and ask him to save you." She explained smiling. "If you want I can pray with you."
"Would youse pray wit' me?" Spot asked timidly.
"Yes, just repeat after me. Lord, I know that I am a sinner."
"Lord, I know dat I'm a sinnah..."
"And I believe that you sent your Son to die for me..."
"And Ise believe dat you sent youse Son ta die for me..."
"And I ask you now to come into my heart and save me."
"And I ask youse now ta come into my heart an' save me."
"Amen"
"Amen" Spot finished, tears streaming down his face mouthing the words 'thank you'.
"Your welcome" giving him a hug. "Now I can date you." Smiling broadly.
The Distribution Center
"Racetrack, wheah are youse sellin' today?" Snipeshooter asked.
"Da races. I'se gots a hot tip!" Racetrack replied happily, as he headed in the direction of the stables.
"Ok, at least we'll know why youse is late den." Blink teased.
"Hey, at least I stay dere till I sell somet'in'" Race retorted turning around.
"I was just sayin' dat we won't have ta worry 'bout youse being carted off by da bulls."
"Like I would let myself get caught." Race shouted a bit haughtily over his shoulder as he headed for the racetracks.
"Whatevah?" Blink called out shaking his head.
"C'mon, Shoeless Joe Jackson!" Racetrack called out encouragingly to the horse from atop his perch on his pile of newspapers.
"So, even if Goldstar does not win, I will still get the money?" a quavering male voice questioned somewhere behind Race.
"Yes. I will still give you the money, and maybe some more if the steed wins." A hoity-toity male voice replied as Race repositioned himself to hear more clearly.
"Thank you, Mr. Emerson."
"No, thank you for your business." The hoity-toity voice said, as Race turned around and saw the two men shaking hands then the rich man looked up and saw Racetrack looking at them." You!!! Get over here!"
"M-me?!" Race queried frightened.
"Yes, you!" the man growled pointing at him.
"W-what do youse want wit' me. I-I'm just a newsie."
"So what, I know you overheard me talking business with this" pause "respectable man, and I want to make sure no one else hears about it from you. So how mush will it take to keep you quiet?"
"What do you mean?" Racetrack asked confused.
"How much do I need to pay you to keep quiet?" the man said menacingly.
"I won't take your money."
"If you go to the police I'll just tell them that you did it and that you were just trying to put the blame on someone else."
"B-"
"Now how much will you take for silence?!" The man said angrily.
"I will not take your money/"
Then seeing the stack of papers on the floor he shoved $5.00 into his pocket, "Here, for your papers take it" He said, gruffly shoving Race away and leaving the papers there.
"So, Anne, is there anybody that you like?" Lindi asked slyly.
"Well, yeah, kinda.I mean, yeah, of course I do." Anne answered slowly, slightly unsure about Lindi's motive for asking such a question.
"Really? Who?" Lindi asked innocently.
"Ummm, I'm not sure if I want you to know." Anne said, eyeing her suspiciously.
"I'se won't tell. I promise." Crossing her fingers behind her back.
"Well...umm...Racetrack." She admitted slowly and quietly.
"Really?" Lindi replied, her brain working furiously on yet another plan." You know you two would make a cute couple."
"Are you sure?" Anne asked timidly.
"Oh, shoah. By da way, I'se could probably get you'se two tagethah."She suggested stealthily. "Would you like me ta help ya out?"
"Umm... I suppose so." unsure of what Lindi would say if she said no. "Good." Smiling mischievously.
"Hey, Race, what's da mattah?" Jack questioned his friend as Race slammed the door closed behind him.
"What's da mattah? I'se will tell youse what's da mattah. Some rich hoity- toity guy can cheat at da races, but when someone like us does we get thrown in the slammer before we even say a word!" Race fumed.
"Well, why don't ya do somt'in' 'bout it?"
"Because he told me he'd blame it all on me an' who are da bulls gonna believe me or da rich guy?"