Excerpt #2

I have been beyond busy the past few days, and had some problems yesterday when I fell behind my wordcount, but so far today's been going pretty well.. I still have about 800 words to write tonight, but I think it will be just fine. Next week's going to be a killer -- a civ paper AND exam -- so I have to catch up this weekend. Eek!

Here's a second excerpt of my novel. I can't say it's the best thing ever, but I'm happy enough with it.


Mama was drawn by the religious life that so closely enveloped every aspect of her life. She studied feverishly, spending all of her spare time learning Hebrew so that she could read the Torah her father kept in his study, and memorized the mizvot. No matter how much she learned about her religion, she was never satisfied. In the story she liked to tell, she felt even as a young girl that there was an energy, a positive, all consuming energy in the world that could be nothing other than the messiah her people were praying for, present in the here and now. Slowly, she began to move away from Judaism. Of course, she still attended Shabbat services, and dutifully went to her Hebrew lessons, but now in her spare time, instead of devouring the Torah, she read the Christian Bible and absorbed all she could of Jesus’ teachings and his new Golden Rules. “Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength. Love your neighbor as yourself. There is no commandment greater than these,” she would say whenever any of us misbehaved. “Read Mark 12:29-31.”

On her seventeenth birthday, she snuck away from home to attend a local Christian teen prayer service. There, she met my father, and found the Lord. In Daddy’s voice she heard the Lord. “Sela,” he called to her. “Come to me.” And she did.

Exactly a year later, on her eighteenth birthday, she and Daddy married in a private ceremony with only their closest friends from the prayer group present. Daddy was twenty-five at the time, and already established in a small house on the edge of town. That night Mama moved straight out of her parent’s house and into her husband’s. The move wasn’t an easy one. Oma and Opa were furious when they learned what she had done. They didn’t approve of the match. In fact, they had already betrothed her to the rabbi’s son, Zadok Meier. The fallout from my parent’s marriage and my mother’s conversion nearly destroyed Oma, who was so heartbroken at what she saw as Mama’s betrayal that she nearly allowed herself to waste away. Opa reacted by going after Daddy. He called in the local law enforcement and attempted to get my father arrested for sexual relations with a minor, since when their relationship began Mama was only seventeen while Daddy was twenty-four. Opa lost the case, and with it his daughter. He disowned her the day the verdict came in, and growing up we never had any contact with Mama’s family at all.

My parents moved over three hours away the next week, to a small town in Louisiana where Daddy founded his own church. Six months after the move, and ten months after the wedding, my eldest brother Jeremiah was born.

They took the Lord’s command to “be fruitful and multiply” very seriously. Any form of birth control was a sin. Any pill, any condom was a life taken. They entered their relationship as pure as they could be, losing their virginity only after their nuptials, and intended to remain as pure as possible in this world so full of sin. While reading the Bible shortly after Jeremiah was born, Daddy was struck by a passage in Psalms, 127:3-5, which read,

Lo, children are an heritage of the LORD:
and the fruit of the womb is his reward.
As arrows are in the hand of a mighty man;
so are children of the youth.
Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them:
they shall not be ashamed,
but they shall speak with the enemies in the gate.

He was not the only one to be struck by this passage; in fact, this is the biblical passage often cited by the members of the Quiverfull movement, which my family undoubtedly belongs to. In the next twenty years, my parents had twelve children. I was lost in the middle.