"Do not deliver me over to the desire of my adversaries, for false witnesses have risen against me, and such as breathe out violence".
Worry crept upon their faces as he told them about Julio's call and the warning. Ben wasn't sure how long they could stay or who to trust in town. They all wondered what the next step would be. Pastor Manuel didn't have an answer either. God was still silent. Ben wondered why He was so silent. The Pastor spoke up. "Let me dwell in Your tent forever; Let me take refuge in the shelter of Your wing. ~Selah". That's all he said at the time. Drew looked at him. "In Psalms"?, Drew ask. "Psalm 61:4", is all he answered. Sheila realized then, that they could always rely on God's Word, even in the worst distress. That comforted her a little, but she still was terrified of what might happen. Drew spoke up, "'He gives strength to the weary, and to him who lacks might He increases power. Though youths grow weary and tired, and vigorous young men stumble badly, yet those who wait for the Lord will gain new strength; they will mount up with wings like eagles, they will run and not get tired, they will walk and not become weary'. Isaiah 40:29-31." Kyle spoke up. "We can get through this". So they planned their next step.
They weren't sure who to trust. Was anyone in town trustworthy? They carefully went out into town the next morning for coffee and breakfast, carefully looking over everyone in town. Paranoia crept into their minds. Do they trust the Bartholomews? Do they trust the pastor of the small town church? Mr. Bartholomew came up to them as they sat down for breakfast. He looked at them intently, asking them for their orders. They briefly spoke to him. Mr. Bartholomew asked how they liked the church service. Sheila answered for them and told him it was great. He went and got their orders and they quietly prayed. The news came up again and fear flashed on their faces. Mr. Bartholomew darted a look their way. He seemed very suspicious to Ben and Pastor Manuel. They ate, paid, left and went to talk to Pastor Charles.
He seemed honest enough and true to the Gospel. They felt comfortable with him. They went into the church and entered his office, and sitting there with the pastor was Rick Hickory, the pastor's head deacon. They abruptly stopped what they were discussing when Pastor Manuel and the rest walked in. It seemed as though Pastor Charles choked his words when he told them to please come in. "We have to talk Pastor", Pastor Manuel spoke. "Privately...please". He looked over toward Rick.