Murray Pura Bücher

When War Reaches Clarissa's Back Door, the Trustworthy Become Even Fewer. Journey into Gettysburg, Pennsylvania, of 1863 where Clarissa Avery Ross lives a full life. By day she is the daughter of a respectable shoemaker being courted by seminary student Kyle Forrester. But by night she is a conductor on the Underground Railroad, working with a mysterious man called Liberty. She would like to share her work with Kyle, but he refuses to enlist when the war breaks out. How can she remain true to a man being labeled a coward? When the war comes to her back door in an epic battle, the greatest challenges to her faith and love are yet to come.

LIFE HAPPENS LOVE HAPPENS GRACE HAPPENS There is a great mix of lives here - the Schlabach Amish, the English, immigration from Scandinavia, Europe and Asia. No different than the rest of the world, really. In all, Kingfisher Cross has just under five thousand souls, each of them unique, as souls everywhere are unique, all in their own unique family, worlds and realities. Kingfisher Cross is a small town in Michigan's Upper Peninsula. Here are its people, here are their stories. In Gypsy Blood, a young woman discovers a family secret in a notebook in the attic that changes everything. Skipping Stones finds two sisters falling out as they both vie for a man who trains horses for the Olympics. In The Lake Effect, a man and a woman who have nothing in common cannot stop loving one another no matter how hard they try. Hunter's Moon has a widower struggling with his romantic feelings for a woman outside his faith. In Mothers and Sons, three women struggle with the harsh reality of having sons in the military in war zones. In Nevena in Love, a young woman with no desire for any sort of romance in her life has her world turned on its head when she forges a friendship with a man outside her comfort zone.

I am Solina Cheng, a protest leader against the Chinese crackdown in Hong Kong. The police sought to imprison me, forcing me to flee and seek refuge in the United States, sponsored by an Amish church. My only connection to the Amish was our shared status as refugees—one fleeing 1700s religious persecution in Europe, the other escaping modern-day oppression. I was baffled by the Amish lifestyle: no electricity, cars, or modern conveniences. I rolled my eyes at the idea that they had never left the past behind. Upon arriving, I was put on a bus, longing for the bright lights of cities like LA or San Francisco. Instead, I awoke to breathtaking mountains, their sharp edges and vibrant colors captivating me. I was transfixed, momentarily forgetting my luggage. Then, I spotted a striking dark brown horse and its buggy, and a man dressed in antiquated clothing—an Amish man, with a long black beard and wide-brimmed hat. Next to him stood an Amish woman in a long dress and black Kapp. The man greeted me warmly, introducing himself as Bishop Miller, alongside his wife. Their welcoming demeanor was overwhelming, and I doubted I could ever embrace their way of life, even after a year or until Christmas.