“Pastor Jim, this is Sarah Bates,” Miriam said when the pastor greeted them in the hall outside his door. Jim Dillon put out his hand and Sarah placed her hand in his for a friendly shake. He was a good-looking man. Tall and lean with a little graying at the temples that made him look more approachable than distinguished. His smile widened and the look in his eyes put her instantly at ease. “Sarah Bates, welcome to the Tabernacle and Pennsylvania. Come on in and we’ll chat about the school, our faith statement, and the particulars of the job. Do you have the application filled out that I faxed over to Miriam last night?” Sarah handed him the completed application and the resume she’d quickly done up last night, too, then she followed him inside his office. She took a chair across from his desk as he closed the door to the noisy hall. Reading as he walked, he opened a second door to tell someone in an adjoining office that he’d located his applicant in the hall.
