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by Francine Rivers (Author)
A relevant and timely novel by the New York Times bestselling author of Redeeming Love and The Masterpiece.
He seemed like the perfect pastor to lead Centerville Christian Church.
She was the perfect pastor's wife.
When Paul Hudson accepted the call to pastor the struggling church, he had no idea what to expect. But it didn't take long for Paul to turn Centerville Christian Church around. Attendance was up-way up. Everything was going so well. If only his wife could see it that way. Still, he tried not to let her quiet presence disturb him. She knew something wasn't right, and it hadn't been for a long time. . . .
Eunice closed the bedroom door quietly and knelt beside her bed.
"I'm drowning, God. I've never felt so alone. Who can I turn to but you, Lord? Where else does a pastor's wife go for help when her marriage is failing and her life is out of control? Who can I trust with my anguish, Lord? Who but you?"
Grasping her pillow, she pressed it tightly to her mouth so that her sobs would not be heard.
"This book is a powerful and almost-prophetic statement of the church in America. . . . And the Shofar Blew is a must-read."
--Anne Graham Lotz, bestselling author and speaker
" Rivers] as usual turns in a strong narrative, posing issues that ring loud and clear."
--Booklist
"Meticulously plotted, Francine Rivers's new masterpiece, And the Shofar Blew, brims with unforgettable characters."
--Romantic Times
Also available in The Francine Rivers Contemporary Collection (e-book only).
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"He seemed like the perfect pastor to lead Centerville Christian Church. She was the perfect pastor's wife."
When Paul Hudson accepted the call to pastor the struggling church, he had no idea what to expect. But it didn't take long for Paul to turn Centerville Christian Church around. Attendance was up-way up. Everything was going so well. If only his wife could see it that way. Still, he tried not to let her quiet presence disturb him. She knew something wasn't right, and it hadn't been for a long time. . . .
Eunice closed the bedroom door quietly and knelt beside her bed.
" I'm drowning, God. I've never felt so alone. Who can I turn to but you, Lord? Where else does a pastor's wife go for help when her marriage is failing and her life is out of control? Who can I trust with my anguish, Lord? Who but you?"
Grasping her pillow, she pressed it tightly to her mouth so that her sobs would not be heard.
