Royce’s mouth were so simple, yet so profoundly humble, that Christopher could hardly sit calmly as he listened to them. “So I’m going to take you up on your challenge,” Mr. Royce had said. “And my question is this: How does a man start over? How do you go back and undo all those years of walking down the road of self? How do you get onto God’s road? “You see, as strange as it sounds to be coming from my mouth, I guess the plain fact of the matter is that I’ve had enough of Franklin Royce. If God is a Father like you say he is . . . well, I’m ready to be his son, that is, if he’ll have me, and to live like you talked about last Sunday.” I could hardly believe my ears as Christopher recounted Mr. Royce’s words! Pa looked over at Christopher in amazement. Mr. Royce looked at them both. “So,” he said, “what do I do now?” “I knew from the look on your father’s face,”
